#throwing this out into the void okay bye
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Good Neighbors Part 4 (Steddie X Reader)
A/N: This started one way and went another. Certain night time activities may have also been a factor but let's just say... fucking hell this got me🥵 .
Warning: Steddie relationship and all that that implies. (I regret nothing!) This one is a little rougher than the past ones but they are still cute as hell with her son and they still love our reader. She's definitely got a bit of brat thing going on.
Word count: 3443
You glare into the void as you sit outside your apartment on the stairs smoking one of Eddie’s cigarette’s that you stole out of his jacket pocket. Today had been Dylan’s birthday party which he absolutely enjoyed. A few friends and family came over including your boys. You allowed Charlie to make an appearance and that’s when things started to fall downhill.
You expected him to show up alone after work but he brought her. The woman that he cheated on you with in YOUR house on YOUR bed. You understood that Charlie was going to keep dating. Hell, you were technically dating. But the fact that he brought her of all people just triggered all those negative emotions. You tried not to let it show but your grumpy attitude leaked through.
“Hey, do you need help with anything?” Steve comes into the kitchen, gently touching your back. You jerk to the side away from him.
“No, I got it.”
“Whew! These kids are exhausting.” Your sister throws herself into a chair next to you. You reply with a subtle “hm”. Eddie’s eyes glance over at you with concern.
“You son is looking for you.” You jump at the sound of Eddie’s voice.
“Jesus Christ, Eddie! Do you always have to scare me?! Wear a fucking bell.” You put out the cigarette on the concrete and rise to head back inside.
He reaches out with his arm blocking you from entering the apartment. “Whatever is wrong with you right now, you need to get it in check because it has nothing to do with that kid in there. Don’t spoil his good time with your shit attitude.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, swatting his arm out of the way. As soon as you walk in Dylan runs to your side. “Mommy! Can Patrick stay over tonight?”
“Um, I don’t see why not.” You feel eyes watching you. You turn to see who they belong to, finding Eddie and Steve murmuring to each other.
“Dil! Come give me a hug. We’re leaving, Kid.” Charlie yells from the door. You son runs over to his father and Charlies lifts him into the air giving him a big bear hug. “Say goodbye to Vivian.”
“Bye Vivi.” He leans over wrapping his arms around her neck as she kisses his cheek and you feel the anger rise into your throat. They leave without acknowledging your presence and you’re fine with that. You didn’t think you could even pretend to be nice to her.
The only people left were now your neighbors. “Dylan, say goodbye to Steve and Eddie.”
“Are we leaving?” Eddie asks, his head tilted to the side.
“Yes, you are.”
“Oh, mom. Can’t they stay for a little bit longer?” When you shook your head, he began to whine.
“Dylan! Not tonight, baby, okay?”
Steve who had his eyes glued to you with his arms folded now walked confidently in your direction. “Ok, that’s enough of that.” He mutters under his breath. “Hey, Little Man, we’ll be right back, ok?” He grabs your upper arm roughly and drags you out the front of your apartment into theirs. “What’s wrong?” Steve pulls you closer to his face as he stares down at you angrily.
You try to pull out of his grasp but he just grips you tighter. “Right now, Steve, you are what’s wrong. Let me go!”
“Did something happen with Charlie?”, he asks
“I’m betting it’s the girl he brought.” Eddie came up to his side. “Is that thee girl?”
“I said let go!” You manage to get out Steve’s grasp with one strong tug.
“That’s a yes.” Eddie chuckles as he crosses his arms.
“Don’t do that. Don’t laugh at me! I don’t have to explain myself to either of you.”
“You’re right. You don’t have to but you should want to. That’s what people in relationships do.”
“Is that what this is?”
“Ah ah ah.” Steve holds up his hand and walks towards you slowly backing you into the living room wall. “I would be very careful with what you say next. We know you’re upset and we understand that but that doesn’t give you a license to be mean.”
You stand up straighter, looking him dead in the eye. “Say what you really mean. ‘That doesn’t give you license to be a bitch.’”
He smiles at you then and turns to Eddie who grins back, shrugging his shoulders. They both turn their back to you and head out the front door. You grab one of the pillows off the couch and scream into it. After a few minutes, you regain your composure and head back into the fray.
Dylan and Patrick are still on the floor playing the new video game your sister bought him. Steve was in the kitchen washing dishes as Eddie scrambled around the apartment picking up trash and bringing dirty plates to the sink. Neither of them acknowledged you as you walked through the door. You casually walk into the living room and sit on the floor with your son. The game pauses as his friend declares he has to pee and runs towards the restroom.
You tap Dylan on the opposite shoulder from you and he turns his head giggling when he looks the wrong way. He climbs into your lap and you wrap your arms tightly around him, kissing the top of his head.
“Did you have a good birthday party?”
“Yeah! It was so much fun. Thank you!” The little boy kisses your cheek and you feel your wall begin to crack.
“Hey. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Mommy’s just…exhausted.” You place the back of your hand over your forehead and dramatically sigh. He smiles at your theatrics.
“It ok. I know you were just upset because Vivi showed up. Daddy asked me if it was ok. I told him no.”
You felt your anger start to rise again. “Honey, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know but she makes you sad.”
The mama bear inside of you snapped. You were angry that your son asked your ex not to bring her and he did anyway but now you were even more upset not just with Charlie but yourself because you thought you hid that pain better. Dylan was already going through enough with the divorce. You didn’t want to add to it in any way.
Patrick barreled back into the living room, grabbing the controller and unpausing the game.
“Hey! Not fair! I wasn’t ready!”
You slowly get up from the floor and head towards your bedroom. You knew you left your phone plugged in on the bedside table but it was now gone.
“Looking for something?”
Steve leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
“Where is my phone, Steve?”
His eyes zero in on yours. “You can’t call him.”
“I’m sorry. Did you just tell me I can’t do something?”
“I’m trying to help, Y/N. If you call him now screaming at him when you’re like this, it’s just going to give him more ammunition. You already have enough on your plate. Both of you.”
“I don’t need your help! I know how to handle my ex and I can take care of my son. Believe it or not, I did it for a whole 6 years before you two came into my life.”
“Wow, I guess we see where Dylan gets his tantrums from.” Eddie leans into the doorframe with both hands on either side.
“Give me. My. Phone.”
They both turn on you again leaving you standing there by yourself fuming. You run after them but stop when you see Dylan in Eddie’s arms. “Ok, Kid. We’re heading out now. Next time I come over I’m teaching you some D & D, ok?”
Dylan wraps his arms around his neck and thanks Eddie for the small guitar he gave him. Steve reaches out and takes the boy from his arms.
“It’s boring. You’ll hate it.” Dylan giggles, shaking his head.
“Thank you for my skates!”
“Hey, no problem, dude. Anyway, we can find to rep house griffin, right?”
Without meaning to, a small laugh escapes your lips. All 3 heads turn to look at you.
“Gryffindor, Steve.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Whatever. Here, take this weirdo before I actually retain any of that.”, he says jokingly as he passes Dylan to you.
You place him on his feet. “Ok, boys, go get ready for bed. I’ll be right back, ok?”
Eddie and Steve are already halfway into their apartment by the time you catch up to them.
“Steven! Give me my phone.”
“Or what?” He smiles down at you cheekily as he slams the door shut.
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A few hours later, you find yourself still awake, staring pensively at the ceiling. You know it’s not they’re fault. They did nothing to ensure your wrath but you couldn’t bring yourself back down from that ledge.
You were still running through the day’s events when a subtle bass beat grabs your attention. Opening your bedroom door, you hear it louder in the hall. You gently open Dylan’s bedroom but when you step inside you hear nothing. Closing his door, you follow the sound, finding yourself outside of Steve and Eddie’s apartment door.
Really? Ok, they want to play. I can play.
You bang on their door with your fist but no one answers. You pound on it louder and continuously until finally it swings open. Steve stands there in just his underwear, with a hazy look in his eyes.
“Excuse me, ma’am. There are children trying to sleep. Can you keep the noise down?” He starts to close the door again but you block it with your bare foot as you stomp inside. Their dwelling smells incredibly strong like weed and cigarettes.
“Heeeeey!” You hear Eddie screech from somewhere in the living room. You walk over to find him lying on his back on the floor in his boxers, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. You narrow your eyes at him as you reach out towards the stereo and turn off the music.
He jumps to his feet, standing face to face with you. Grinning, he extended his arm, turning it back on. When you start to lift your arm again, he grabs your wrist and spins you in the opposite direction. Your body smacks chest first into Steve.
“We have the settings just right, you know.”
“Yeah, just right to annoy the hell out of me.”
They both laugh. “To be fair, Princess, you started it. Your bratty attitude annoyed the hell out of us today.”
“Technically yesterday being as its 2 am.” Steve cackles as he looks at his watch.
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “And I’m the one acting like a little kid.”
“Jesus, she still has that fucking tone.” Eddie whines as he smashes the cigarette he was smoking into the nearby ashtray.
“Oh, be careful, Eds. She’s getting that angry look again.” Steve circles around you like a vulture.
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.”
“Oh Sweetheart.” Eddie starts sauntering around you as well. “We’ve been acting like you aren’t here all night. Haven’t we, Stevie?”
Steve smiles a Cheshire like grin. “Oh yeah. Since supposedly this,” he gestures between the three of you, “isn’t a real relationship or anything. Isn’t that what you said?”
A wicked grin spreads across your face as you laugh at them. They both stop moving, Steve in front of you and Eddie behind you. “I’m sorry. Did I give off the impression that I’m some timid little PTA mom who bakes pies and shit?” You stalk towards Steve guiding him backwards. “You can’t intimidate me, Steve Harrington. Neither of you can!” You turn to look at Eddie who was still in the same place with his arms folded.
Steve’s smile returned but there was something behind it, something that made your knees weak and your stomach flip.
“Intimidation isn’t the name of the game, baby. It’s humiliation.” He leaned his back against the wall looking down his nose at you as Eddie chuckled. His tone dropped so low you could barely hear him. “How do you think we felt when you were mean to us today? When you said what you said. Frankly we’re kind of tired of it. There’s no reason this has to be so difficult.”
Eddie comes up behind you, poking you in the side. When you turn, he shoves your phone into your hands. You look down at as if you’ve never seen it before. You were so focused on being angry at them that you forgot they even had it.
They both move away and leave you standing there. You hear the music begin to play again and the sound of them moving around behind you. Smoke suddenly fills the air and when you finally turn around you find them on the floor, Steve leaning back on Eddie’s chest as they passed the joint back and forth.
You sat diagonally from them and once again they didn’t acknowledge your presence. It hurt you but instead of being angry about it, you now felt like you deserved it.
“You were right, Eddie. Vivian was THEE girl. I came home during my lunch break to pick up something I forgot and I found them together. I found out later that everyone knew, our friends and his family. No one told me a god damn thing.” You glanced in their direction. They still weren’t looking at you but you could tell they were listening. “I know he’s going to be with other women. I know that. I know that they are going to be around my son and I know it’s not fair for me to be upset about it since you two spend almost everyday around him but… why does it have to be her?”
You crawl over to them, placing your head on Eddie’s tummy. “I’m sorry I took my frustrations out on you guys. That wasn’t fair, to you both or to Dylan.”
You suddenly feel Eddie’s hand caress your hair as Steve reaches down to grab your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“I forgive you.”
“Yeah, me to.” Steve brings your hand up, holding it against his chest.
“Can I ask you guys something?” They both mumble a hm. “Why the fuck are you both only in your underwear?”
Steve and Eddie howl with laughter causing you to laugh along with them.
“What did I tell you when you came in?” Eddie asks as he leans up on his elbows.
You think for a moment. “That you’ve been acting like I haven’t been here?” The boy nods his head. “I don’t get it.”
Steve inhales the joint in his fingers and places it in the ashtray before looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes. “You want us to show you?” He grins seductively when you say yes.
He crawls over you and you scoot out of his way to sit by Eddie’s head. Eddie pulls your lips to his, kissing you softly. He moans against your lips, grabbing your jaw with his hand, and turning you to see what the other boy was doing.
Steve had Eddie’s cock in his mouth, moving his head up and down his length. A sigh escaped your lips as you crawled closer to watch him. You gently ran your fingers through Steve hair causing him to groan.
“Fucking hell.” Eddie licked his lips as he watched you two with lust blown eyes.
“He tastes good, doesn’t he?” You whispered into his ear. “He really likes it when you swirl your tongue around him.” Steve did what you suggested and Eddie’s eyes rolled as his head fell back on the floor. You felt his fingers reach for you.
“Come here, Princess.” You maneuvered to him as he tugged at your sleep shorts. You pulled them and your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side. Eddie grabbed you moving you forward till you were seated on his face. You moaned as he wasted no time wrapping his mouth around your clit. Steve’s mouth came off of his friend with a pop as he continued pumping him with his hand, watching as you lift your shirt over your head and toss it away.
You lean your hands on Eddie’s chest for support as you ride his face. Steve meets you in the middle pulling you roughly by the back of the neck for a sloppy kiss. You can taste Eddie on his tongue and it makes your pussy clench. You whimper as you watch Steve pull away and spit on Eddie’s cock as he takes the boy into his mouth again. The sound of him gagging is enough to drive you over the edge. Your body shakes and your thighs try to squeeze shut as you cum on Eddie’s tongue. His hands fly up and hold your legs open as he helps you through your climax.
Both boys, as if reading each other’s minds, get up and switch places. Eddie’s mouth is replaced with Steve’s as his head slides between your legs. You feel Eddie’s hand on your back gently pushing you towards Steve’s dick and he growls into your cunt as your tongue licks the precum of his tip.
You gasp when you feel Eddie’s cock rub between your folds. Steve’s mouth wraps around your nub, sucking and flicking, as Eddie pushes into your entrance bottoming out almost immediately. He sets a brutal pace making it hard for you to not gag down on Steve as your pushed forward into him. The sound of Steve sucking and moaning drives you crazy and Eddie grunts as you clench around him.
“Oh my god.” Tears start to fall down your cheeks. “Please. Don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Eddie falls against your back reaching around to hold your tits as he thrusts into your deeper.
“There you go, Sweetheart. Show me how Steve likes it.”
You dig your nails into his thigh as Steve starts pumping his hips pushing him farther into your mouth. You feel him moan into your clit as you keep your head still as he fucks your face. His movements sputter as his cum hits the back of your throat. You swallow him and Eddie turns your face to kiss your lips. He pulls up right against his chest and grips your waist as he slams into your pussy. Steve’s hands cling to your thighs as he aggressively flicks his tongue against you.
You cry out as your feel the coil snap in your belly and you cum hard shouting their names repeatedly to the heavens. You start to collapse forward but Eddie holds your tightly to him as he thrusts roughly into you, grunting in your ear before he you feel his seed filling you up.
You fall to the side lifting your knee so you don’t hit Steve in the face. Eddie comes down with you, his arms still wrapped your stomach and chest.
Steve’s palm rubs your leg. “Fuck, that was fucking amazing.”
“I’ll say.”, Eddie pants.
“Baby, are you ok?” The sound of your sniffles causes them both to sit up at attention.
“I’m fine. That was just really good.” You laugh as you wipe your tears and they chuckle with you.
Steve gets up and heads for his bathroom, bringing back a towel as he cleans between your legs. You reach out and caress his cheek. “Will you guys stay with me tonight?”
They share a glance. “Sure. Um, what are we going to tell Dylan?”
“Nothing. He’ll think I had a sleep over like he did. Just um, clothes please.”
They rise to their feet bringing you up with them carefully. Steve disappears as Eddie helps you get dressed. When his roommate comes back, he is now wearing flannel pjs and a Hawkins high athletics shirt. He throws Eddie his shorts and a t-shirt.
Steve lifts you into his arms as he carries you across the threshold and back to your apartment. He places you on the bed and curls in behind you. Eddie tiptoes in closing the door behind him.
“Kids are still passed out.”
“Good. Hopefully they sleep in.”, you murmur.
Eddie climbs in on your other side and without hesitation you fling your arm over his tummy. He smiles at your closed eyes as he takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it. You three pass out, limbs tangled together, and happy as can be.
#steddie x reader#steddie fluff#steddie smut#steddie fanfiction#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut#eddie fanfic#eddie stranger things#steve fanfic#steve smut#steve stranger things#joe keery#joseph quinn
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I'm all for villain (or at least corrupted) Arin and the cycle of fsm's family first student curse + the additional generational trauma
But imagine if Lloyd and Arin become the breaker of that cycle?
And only because of one reason
Open vulnerability.
What happens if in the tournament there was a moment where Arin and lloyd fight. Arin who is overwhelmed by failure after failure finally just snaps at lloyd, and lloyd is trying to diffuse his anger but that just makes Arin angry even more
And then he punched him just like in the vision and he is dwelled into a panic attack because oh god his vision is coming true, but thats not the ONLY thing he is having a panic attack over
Its the fact its happening again. Someone he cares about is hating him again hurting him betraying him and he is reminded of pythor harumi garmado-
He can still hear Arin shouting (probably about how much of a failure he is) but he can't hear it anymore, everything is buzzing out and he can only hear his racing heartbeat and be reminded of all these people who've hurt him and he can't possibly put Arin into those people. He can't. I t must be hi s fault. Hes n ot a go od teac h er. H fail ed. FAILED. FAILED
And then we look back to Arin.
And hes done shouting (especially after he got no response) and hes looking at lloyd. And stops.
He sees him having another panic attack.. but this one seems worse, this one... reminds him of.. him
When he was missing his parents.
The first week after the merge..
and then hes reminded of younger him (well younger-er) how when he was crying and struggling to breath no one seemed to care to help him, how lonely he was, how painful it was..
And before he knows it, his anger dissipated.
And felt shame and guilt pooled in
Suddenly he was at his younger– LLOYD's side.. and he doesn't know what to do, he'd seen Nya hold lloyd's hand to ground him, but...
Throwing away doubt he grabs lloyd's arm that is kinda gripping his hair a bit too tightly
And lloyd flinches. He flinches.. from HIM
He looks at lloyd and REALLY looks at him, without any lenses, without any hero worship, without anything.
He felt guilt twist in his stomach painfully
He sees the eyebags, the terror and far away gaze in his eyes. He doesn't even wanna KNOW what lloyd is thinking, he sees the tears pooling–
He doesn't wanna see anymore
He pulls lloyd's arm gently and puts his hand over his face, so lloyd will feel his breath. Hopefully following his breathing and feels the apology in his tears
Because hes reminded of how much stressful it has been; for HIM. He has been so focused on himself he never thought how stressful this whole situation is to the ninja
And hes digusted with himself because he still feels disappointed; in himself, in lloyd, in.. in everything
The hand on his face started moving, touching his tears.. and gently wiping it
He sees the broken look on lloyd's face, but there was a hint of relief
Hes relieved i didn't leave him
A door was opened for them and the embrace after they found an understanding was the greatest feeling
He didn't know what it was.. but he felt something shifted, a fate that has been changed. He was hopeful for whats to come
Unbeknownst to the both of them, a cycle has been broken and the watchful eyes of a grandfather has never been prouder
HDHHDHSNRHSNNAHADHDJSJW YEAHHH I DON'T THINK I'M OKAY ANYMORE THANKS 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
DHFHJDJFJSJRJAJJA DUDE THIS ACTUALLY SO GOOD I NEVER CONSIDERED THE CYCLE BEING BROKEN WAAHAHGHHFHDDHDHHD AND BY OPEN VULNERABILITY?????
ARIN PUNCHING HIM JUST LIKE IN THE VISION????? GODDAMNITNSHFHSJWJWJJEQHFHFHSHSH THE BROKEN TEXT AFTER LLOYD GOT HIT AGGHGH DUDEEE...
AND ARIN FEELING GUILT AND SHAME WHEN HE SEES LLOYD LIKE THAT AGHFDJEEJJEDJDJD THEIR HUG AT THE END.......
AND THE FSM WATCHING OVER THEM BYE I'M JUST GONNA JUMP INTO THE VOID SHSJDAKSKSAI
#SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS ASK#I WANNA RANT MORE BUT STUDYING HAS BEEN PUTTING A STOP TO MY THOUGHTS 😭#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago spoilers#dragons rising spoilers#ninjago arin#ninjago lloyd#levi's asks#ty for the ask!#mai tag
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(I am not sorry for this btw)
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I woke up to my evil stepmom, Iskall85, throwing a potion of harming onto my bed.
“y/n! Wake up! You’re going to be late for school! Were you up late watching those stupid Minecraft YouTube videos again? You’re as useless as diorite! You are why I do hard drugs!” She left the room, and I sighed. Another boring day of my boring life. But I was going to be late for school if I didn’t get ready now.
I got up and put on my cutest outfit- my black suit. I threw my hair up into a messy bun, and stopped in front of the mirror to smooth down my mustache. I sighed. I was just y/n, no one special.
My evil stepmom Iskall85 was snorting redstone off the counter when I entered the kitchen. I sighed, because they were evil and wouldn’t even share their redstone dust with me, and grabbed a banana off the counter. There was a honk from outside.
"Bye, step-Iskall. I'm off to school." I said. My stepmom just flipped me off, and I went outside, sighing some more. I ran over to my bestie’s car and hoped in.
“Good morning Scar!”
“Goodness gracious, y/n, we’re gonna be late! Good thing the swaggon goes fast!” My bestie, Goodtimeswithscar said, slamming on the gas. Scar was super nice and popular, not to mention handsome, and everyone at school loved him. I would probably always be in his shadow, but at least he had taken me in as his friend.
“Sorry, I accidentally slept in. And my evil stepmom threw a potion of harming on me. Do I look okay? I only had time to put my hair up in a messy bun. And I bet my mustache looks atrocious!” I said.
“You look so good, y/n!” Scar said, blowing through a red light. “You’re so hard on yourself, you’re like the prettiest guy in school!”
“Whatever, that’s you you’re talking about.” I replied, but blushed a little.
The swaggon came screeching into the parking lot, and me and Scar got out, running to our science class.
Science class was usually a pretty good place to fix my hair and mustache, as the science we were assigned to do was always chaotic. Ms. ZombieCleo, and her assistant JoeHills, were kept pretty busy making sure no one accidentally created a toxic gas. Today, Docm77 and Rendog had been caught doing… something in the back of the classroom, and it gave me and Scar ample time to sort out ourselves.
“As I was saying, y/n, you have to stop being so hard on yourself!” Scar said, handing me a compact mirror and a mustache comb. “You get top grades, you’re great at redstone, and you always slay that suit!”
“I don’t know, Scar.” I said. “I just feel like I’m just some guy, you know? I’ll never catch anyone’s eye, or be prom queen.”
“Don’t be silly. I know you’re gonna achieve something great in this life, y/n.” Scar said earnestly.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and in came one of the secretaries, Geminitay.
“y/n to the principal’s office.” She said. She looked kind of worried.
Goodtimeswithscar gripped my arm. “Great Jellie, y/n, are you in trouble?”
“I don’t know.” I replied. “I can’t think of anything that I could have done.” But I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and followed Geminitay out the door. Ms. ZombieCleo and JoeHills didn’t notice me leave.
“Is everything okay?” I asked Gem.
“I- well- I’ll get the principal to explain it to you.” Gem said, and we walked in silence the rest of the way to the front office. I was so nervous.
“Hello, y/n.” My principal, Mr. Xisumavoid, waved me into his office when we arrived.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Void?” I asked him.
“Well, it is quite the situation.” Principal Xisumavoid said. “You see, your mom just called-”
“Step mom.” I corrected him.
“Right, step mom.” Principal Xisumavoid said. “Well, either way, she called to tell us that she has sold you to someone else so she could buy more redstone and potions.”
I gasped. “What? She sold me? To who?” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe my stepmom had sold me!
Principal Xisuma looked down at the paper in front of him. “Ah, to a person called Grian.”
“Wait, what? You mean the famous youtuber Grian from Minecraft?” I gasped.
“Yep. That’s me. Grian from Minecraft!”
I turned around to find Grian standing at the door to Principal Xisumavoid’s office. It was really him! With his waffle-looking hair and beady black eyes and red sweater, there was no mistaking him.
“y/n, when I saw that your evil stepmom put you up for sale on Facebook marketplace, I knew I had to do something! Don’t worry, y/n, I am very famous and rich. We will be best friends. And I must say, your moustache looks lovely.”
I gasped and blushed, my tears drying. Famous youtuber Grian complementing me? y/n? Suddenly, I knew my life was about to get a whole lot crazier.
#January 1 2023#fic#Mumbo jumbo#hermitcraft#long post#fun fact the first fic I ever wrote for mcyt was a y/n ponk fic simiwlr to this#anyway#enjoy the funny
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Hate Me - Francisco "Catfish" Morales x f!Reader
Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x f!Reader
POV: Second ("You")
Summary: Frankie loses his pilot’s license after failing a drug test and begs you to make it easy for him to leave. Inspired by the song “Hate Me” by Blue October. Set several months before the events of the Triple Frontier movie.
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 5.1k
Content: Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of previous drug use and relapse. Reader finds out she’s pregnant. Allusions to breastfeeding. Dad!Frankie.
A/N: This has been floating around in my head for a while, and I was FINALLY able to get it down. Enjoy the emotional damage and please don’t hate me.
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Hey, Frankie, it’s me, and it’s one thirty-seven on Monday afternoon. I’m just sitting in my car and thought I should call you to see how you are doing. I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately and I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay, and, well... I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay. I, uh… I was really hoping you’d pick up. I just need to hear your voice, to hear you say that everything will be okay. Everything is okay. You know I love you. Hope to hear from you. Bye.
Frankie’s knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, his jaw tight. His gaze is fixed on the road ahead, his mind a void of nothingness, purposefully pushing away any thoughts that will no doubt send him spiraling into despair. He pulls into the driveway, feeling numb and empty. After parking the truck, he slowly makes his way up to the front door of his house, mindlessly going through the motions of unlocking the door and entering.
It’s quiet inside, an eerie silence that makes him feel alone. He closes the door behind him and leans against it, never taking off his shoes. In a sense, he feels safer here, as if he can avoid facing what has happened outside these walls for just a little bit longer.
He trudges to the bedroom where he throws his keys on the bedside table. He removes his wallet and phone from his pocket, carefully setting them down. The movement causes the screen of his phone to come to life, informing him of a call he hadn’t heard come through. Frankie picks up the device and sees a voicemail from you.
Immediately, the feelings he so desperately wanted to bury start to come through. His pride burns within him, and he’s reminded of what a failure he is, how useless he is. He’s afraid to hear what you have to say, but he knows he can’t ignore the sound of your voice for long. With a heavy breath, he presses the play button, listening as you express your concern for him and your love. His heart sinks.
The moment the voicemail ends, Frankie tosses his phone and falls to the edge of the bed. Dropping his elbows to his thighs, he lifts his hands and buries his face in them. He pushes just hard enough for his eyes to ache, a welcome pain. The sensation helps, at least for a moment, distracting the voices in his head — the ones telling him he isn’t good enough, that you deserve so much better than this.
He never wanted you to find out about any of it - the horrors he saw while fighting someone else’s war, the nightmares that wake him sweating and screaming and draining his spirit, the cocaine he snorts, and the alcohol he downs to dull the pain. He never wanted you to be a part of the battle he fights in his mind. But despite his best efforts to keep you away, you could see something was wrong, and eventually, he dropped his walls and allowed you inside. He resented it but knew it was for the best, you wanting nothing more than to help him find his way back to mental peace.
He swore he’d never touch coke again, and he stayed true to his word for several months…until he didn’t. It was just one line, a harmless indulgence he told himself. But one turned into two, and two turned into three until he couldn’t remember how many he had snorted. The high was fleeting, barely lasting long enough to be worth the trouble, and yet he kept coming back to it.
Frankie knew he was spiraling out of control again. He didn’t know how to talk to you about it, how to explain the way his mind has been betraying him. He thought he could get it under control on his own this time, that maybe he wasn’t in too deep to pull himself out. Now, it’s too late.
All it took was one misstep and now there’s no hiding it. This morning, the results of a random drug test at work came back positive, sealing his fate in an instant. He had gambled with his future and lost. Now, he is left with nothing. No pilot’s license, no work, no chance of a steady reasonable income to support you.
Frankie feels a deep shame for not being able to hold it together. You had done all that you could to help him and had trusted him to stay clean, but he failed you and broke your trust. He doesn’t know how to face you, how to look you in the eyes and tell you he had screwed up. His heart aches as he thinks of the disappointment he will see in your eyes. He can’t put you through this…not again.
I can’t stay here.
Frankie’s heart breaks at the thought of letting go, but he has no choice - reality is stronger than his feelings for you. Staying will only bring more pain. You deserve more than he can offer, and though you’ve started to pull away from him lately, you’ll never willingly let him go. His only option is to force you to leave him behind by being the one to leave first - to go somewhere so far away that he’ll never be able to cross your mind again.
He grabs a duffle bag and throws random belongings into it with reckless abandon, not stopping until he hears his name being uttered in a trembling voice. He pauses, frozen - for a second he can't tell if it's real or just an illusion of his own making. But when he hears it again, this time louder and more insistent, he knows it’s no dream. This is real, and all he can do is pray that finding out this way will make you hate him enough to be able to let him go.
This can’t be happening.
Tears drip down your face, hands clutching the steering wheel as you will yourself to as you try to make sense of the news. You didn’t believe it when you first got a positive test two weeks ago, and you still don’t want to believe it despite the doctor’s confirmation. Your heart feels like it’s breaking, a thousand shards of emotions piercing your soul.
You and Frankie have talked about your future together, and you’ve both expressed the desire to want kids one day. But this is not how it’s supposed to happen. The timing feels wrong. Frankie has only been clean for three months, and you know he still struggles with overcoming the addiction. He still needs to focus on himself. What will this do to him? And how can you take away from his life when he is only just getting it back?
Taking a deep breath, you wipe away the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. Then, you reach for your phone and dial his number. You don’t know what you’re going to say, only that you need to hear his voice. With every ring, your heart beats faster, wondering if this is the ring when he’ll finally pick up.
This is stupid, you think, the rings vibrating in your ear. You never should’ve called him. You can’t tell him something like this over the phone. He deserves to hear it in person. However, right now, the need to hear his voice far outweighs any common sense.
The call goes to voicemail, and you take another deep breath, trying to steady your voice to leave a message. When he sees a missed call from you, he’ll worry that something’s wrong without any reassurance that everything’s okay.
“Hey, Frankie, it’s me, and it’s”-you quickly glance at the clock on your dash-“one thirty-seven on Monday afternoon. I’m just sitting in my car and thought I should call you to see how you are doing. I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately and I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay, and, well... I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay. I, uh… I was really hoping you’d pick up. I just need to hear your voice, to hear you say that everything will be okay.”
You cringe, knowing he’ll think something is wrong and he’ll spiral. “Everything is okay,” you immediately reassure him. “You know I love you. Hope to hear from you. Bye.”
After hanging up and tossing your phone on the passenger seat, you sigh loudly, wondering if calling him was the right choice.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
You turn on the ignition and begin to drive. Frankie won’t be home from work for several hours, hopefully giving you some time to process the news and figure out a proper way to tell him.
When you pull into the driveway, you see his truck parked in its usual spot. Immediately, you’re confused. He shouldn’t be home.
Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for the worst as you enter the house. The silence is suffocating, and you can feel the tension in the air. You make your way into the living room, calling out his name, but there is no answer. Then you hear it – a sound coming from the bedroom.
You gently push the door open and find him standing beside the bed, a duffle bag sitting on the mattress in front of him as he stuffs things inside. It doesn’t seem like he’s packing for a short trip.
“Frankie?” Your voice is weak and filled with confusion.
He stops in place as if he had been caught in some sort of criminal act. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word - like he’s frozen in time. Seconds, minutes, hours pass – you can’t be sure which. Your mind races, filled with insecurities as you realize he must be leaving – leaving you. Did he get your message? Does he somehow know? Maybe he found one of your tests in the trashcan. Maybe the doctor accidentally called him. Either way, he must know, and now, instead of accepting the responsibility of being a father, he’s running.
“Frankie!” you demand, your voice insistent. “Look at me.”
Frankie turns his head, his soft brown eyes meeting your own. You can see the pain etched on his face, the turmoil in his eyes. You wonder what could make him want to leave, to run away from you and your future together.
“Are you leaving me?” you question, needing to hear him say it.
His head turns slightly, eyes falling to the floor, and it’s all the confirmation you need.
Your heart shatters into a million pieces, the weight of the news and his sudden need to leave overwhelming you. You had thought that he would stay, that he would fight for you and your future together. But this… this is just too much. You struggle to hold back the tears threatening to spill over, but you can’t help it. Before you know it, you’re on the floor, sobbing hysterically.
Concerned, Frankie flies across the room and drops to the floor. He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes, begging you to yell at him, to tell him how much you hate him at this moment.
“Frankie, please,” you sob. “I need you. I can’t do this without you. Please.”
“Shhh, shhh,” Frankie coos. He takes your face in his calloused hands, and you can feel the warmth of his hand on your cheeks. Gently, he wipes away your tears as fast as they spill. He silently prays to whatever god is listening to take all your pain away, to make you smile and be your usual happy self. He hates seeing you like this, hates that he’s the reason for it even more.
Peace is all he’s ever wanted for you, and instead of giving it to you, he’s only ever taken it away. “Bebita, please. I’m sorry.”
Your sobs slow down after a few moments, and you finally work up the courage to look him in the eye. “How, Frankie?” Your voice breaks as you ask the question in a whisper. He withdraws his hands, clearly ashamed of his actions. “How could you do this to me? To us.”
Frankie rises to his feet, and you sit in silence, waiting for him to say something, anything. “I’m doing this for you,” he finally contends.
You feel anger and confusion welling up inside you. “For me?” you ask. Your lips emit a sound that resembles both a sob and a laugh. “How can abandoning me now, when I need you the most, be for me? After all that I have done for you...” You shake your head in disbelief, the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your heart feels like it is being crushed by a heavy weight.
Suddenly, it’s all starting to make sense – his behavior recently. You pretended you didn’t see it, pretended all the signs didn't point to him using again, but you can’t ignore this damning evidence. You wipe a tear from your face.
“It’s the coke again, isn’t it?” you whisper desperately, looking back at him.
Frankie turns his face away from yours, unable to keep up the charade. The air around him crackles with pain and disappointment as you both realize that he hasn't learned from his mistake, once again succumbing to the lure of the drug that nearly destroyed your relationship in the past. He had promised himself he would never make that same mistake again, but here it is, a smoky reminder of how quickly life could slip away as he traded his future for a momentary high.
“I’m sorry, bebita. I wanted to be a better man for you, one that could take care of you, one that could be happy and clean…but I just couldn’t do it.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and you can see how hard it is for him to admit this truth aloud.
After rising to your feet, you reach out to him in an attempt to comfort him, but he pulls away before you can touch him. His eyes are full of sorrow as he stands up and grabs his bag from the bed.
“I have to get out of here.”
“No,” you insist, grabbing a hold of the bag, refusing to let him leave. “Frankie, you don’t have to do this.”
“We can’t continue like this. My addiction is hurting us both, pulling us into a pit of despair and misery. I know you want out, and I won’t let it destroy you any more than it already has; you deserve so much more than this.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” you question, feeling your blood boil as you let go of the bag and step back. “I am not in a pit of despair or misery, and I’m not trying to get out of anything. What makes you think-” You stop, knowing that you’ve been distant the last few weeks, having chosen to not burden him with your pregnancy until you were certain. He must’ve mistaken it as you pulling away from him because of him, because of his addiction. Suddenly, you soften. “Oh, Francisco,” you coo. “Please. Let me explain. I’m not…I’m not trying to find a way out. I haven’t given up on you, not now, not ever. I love you-”
“That’s the fucking problem!” Frankie exclaims so suddenly, causing you to flinch. “I want you to give up on me. I want you to hate me.”
“Hate you?” you question. “I could never hate you.”
Frankie looks at you with desperation in his eyes, his voice breaking as he speaks. “You have to. Please. You have to hate me - I need you to hate me - so that I can leave and never come back. Hate me for leaving you. Hate me for not being strong enough to walk away from the coke. Hate me for all the things I couldn’t do for you. I don’t care. Just… Please. I’m begging you. Do whatever it takes to hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.”
“See what’s good for me?” you repeat, not believing he’s saying these things. “I see what’s good for me, Frankie, and it’s you. You are what’s good for me, whether you believe it or not.”
Frankie stares at you with wide eyes, trying to suppress the emotions that are bubbling up inside him. He can’t believe that you still want him, even after everything he’s done. All he can feel is a sense of shame and unworthiness that clouds his judgment.
“I’m not good enough for you,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “I’ll only bring you down.”
“You’re wrong,” you insist. “I love you, Frankie. Let me help you. Please. Tell me what you need me to do.”
Frankie looks at you, his eyes glistening with tears, and you know that he’s struggling with his demons. He collapses onto the edge of the bed. “Make it go away. Please. Make it all fucking go away.” He puts his face in his hands and sobs.
You approach him slowly, wrapping your arms around him. You feel his body tense up before he relaxes into your embrace, his sobs muffled by your shirt as he buries his face into it, his hands fisting the fabric. You hold him tightly, feeling the weight of his addiction and the overwhelming emotions that come with it.
“It’s too much,” he whispers brokenly. “This never-ending cycle of hell.”
“Tell me,” you gently encourage. “Help me understand.”
Frankie lets go and pulls back, giving him enough space to talk. He wipes away tears with the sleeve of his khaki jacket. “Every morning I wake up not knowing if I’m going to stay clean. I try my best to make it through another day without using, but as the hours tick by, I become restless – desperate to silence the screams in my head. I’ve started drinking more just to sleep - replacing one poison with another, I know. I wake hours later, when the drink’s worn off, to my nerves screaming out, so I drag myself to the medicine cabinet for relief – anything to stop the pain. But it’s never enough. And I tell myself that I’ll never do this to myself again, but somewhere inside I know that by the next evening, if by some miracle I don’t use, I’ll just be drunk again.”
When he’s finished, he finally looks up. “I’m too fucking weak.”
You come down to his level and look him square in the eyes. “You are not weak. You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You just need to believe in yourself.”
Frankie looks at you, his eyes filled with hopelessness. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” you say firmly, threading your fingers into his curls. “I believe in you. And I know that you can do this. It’s hard…but think of it like a skill. Something that requires practice. Think of it like… Well, like flying. You remember your first time behind the controls, don’t you?”
Frankie dips his head and then chuckles lowly. “You mean the time I tried to lift a several thousand-pound bucking bull off the ground?”
You chuckle. “Sounds about right. Tell me about it.”
“I’ve told you the story a hundred-”
“Just one more time. Please?” you beg, giving him puppy eyes that you know he can’t resist.
Frankie sighs, his shoulders falling. “I was fucking terrified. I tensed up, trying to remember everything I had learned. I couldn’t even hit the full eight seconds before the instructor snapped the controls and steadied the aircraft.”
“And then?” you goad, remembering how the story goes.
“He let me try again. And the same thing happened,” he replies. “Every time the instructor demonstrated the maneuver, I was certain I was going to nail it, but each time he transferred the controls, the helicopter began bucking wildly around the airfield. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t tame the bull. The instructor kept growing more and more frustrated. So was I. He kept telling me to get out of my head and to just fly the aircraft, but what the hell did that mean? I started to question whether I had the ability to fly.”
“Do you remember how long it took you to finally get it?”
“Nine days,” Frankie replies with a nod. “I started to give up after a week. I just didn’t have the energy or mental capacity to fight the helicopter or instruction anymore. Finally, on the ninth day, the instructor told me to take the controls and I just did it. I brought the helicopter about seven feet off the ground. My altitude was steady. I held my heading. I was flying.”
“You were flying.” You reach out and grab his hand, giving him a squeeze. “What was so different about that day, Frankie?”
“I got out of my head,” Frankie admits. “Flying has very little to do with thinking and everything to do with feeling. You have to trust yourself to just feel and respond to the aircraft.”
“What about recovery? You don’t think you need to get out of your head?”
Frankie looks at you, considering your words, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. “Maybe,” he says finally. “Are you saying I need to trust myself more and feel my way through it?”
“Maybe,” you say, smiling at him. “And you don’t have to do it alone. You have me. And we can find you the help you need, the support you need. Together, we can get through this.”
Frankie nods, but his gaze darts away. Suddenly, you can see tears filling his eyes again, and he turns away to hide them.
“What is it?” You can sense there’s more.
“I really fucked up.”
“Frankie-”
“I lost my license,” he confesses before you can say anything more. “I only just found out this morning. I failed a drug test and now I’m grounded for God knows how long. Maybe forever.”
“Oh, Frankie,” you sigh, your heart breaking for him.
“The FAA is going to strip me of everything,” Frankie sighs. “My license, my career-”
“Hey. Stop it,” you insist. “You don’t know that. It’s just a suspension, right?”
Frankie nods.
“So, you’ll go under review. They’ll make you jump through some hoops. Maybe make you seek treatment, which you’re going to do anyway, right? Everything will be okay. You’ll be back in the air before you know it. Until then, we’ll take it day by day. I’ll be here every step of the way to support you. We can do this together.”
Frankie nods once more, his eyes still filled with tears. “Okay,” he says softly. “One day at a time.”
You can feel your resolve strengthening. This is going to be okay… Except there’s still one more thing – something that’s going to change everything.
“I’m sorry I haven’t exactly been here for you lately,” you say. “It wasn’t you; it was me that I was avoiding. I didn’t…” You bite down on your lips before you continue, knowing this is difficult to talk about and deciding which words will help the situation. Facing him square on, you lay it out plainly. “Frankie, I’m pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell you, so I just…didn’t say anything. I was terrified that this would fuck up your sobriety, and, well – in hindsight, that was ridiculous. But the doctor confirmed it today.”
“You’re…” he falls silent. He stares at you, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “We’re having a baby?” Frankie’s eyes fill with tears once more, but this time they’re tears of joy.
You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. “Yeah. And I know it’s not the best timing, which is why I didn’t want to burden you by-”
“Burden me? Baby, you’re having our baby. That’s not a burden, and even if it was, you shouldn’t have to carry it alone. I mean… Wow. You have our baby inside of you? Right now?”
You nod, giggling through your own tears, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You realize this is what you both need – something to hold onto, something to fight for. And with each other and this baby, you know that you can overcome anything.
“Yeah,” you repeat. Reaching into your pocket, you pull out a tiny black-and-white photo that you’d rolled up for safekeeping. There isn’t much to see except what looks like a tiny gummy bear sitting in a pool of black.
“Dios mío,” Frankie utters under his breath, looking down at the image. “Do you know if it’s-”
“No,” you reply, knowing what he’s going to ask. “It’s too soon to tell. But I got to hear the heartbeat. See all these lines here? It was very strong. Just as a Morales should be.”
Frankie turns and looks at you, taking your hand in his. “I’m going to be there for you,” he assures you. “For both of you. I’m done with all this bullshit. I don’t care how hard it is. Nothing is more important than you and this baby.”
You smile, tears growing in your eyes. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” Frankie breathes.
“Never let me see you pack this bag again.”
Eight months later…
Your eyes flutter open. Why isn’t the baby crying? Isn’t it time for her to eat? Quickly, you grab your phone. 4:17 am. Fuck, it’s more than an hour past her feeding time.
Moving as quickly as a new mother can, you reach for the newborn nestled inside the Pack-N-Play beside your bed – only, she isn’t there. Looking back at your bed, you see that Frankie is gone as well. The house is quiet, and unless Frankie has magically started lactating – something you’ve wished for only about five hundred times a day since Elena was born – there’s not much he can do to keep a starving newborn from crying.
Why didn’t he wake me?
As you step into the hallway, you notice a light glowing through the cracked door of the nursery.
Quietly, you push the door open and stand in the doorway, watching as Frankie rocks a sleeping Elena, all swaddled up and snoozing on his chest. His hand slowly moves back and forth across her back, his face peaceful and content. Even in the soft light, you can see the lines around his eyes and the deep circles under them.
A wave of emotion washes over you, but you don’t say a word, letting them share a moment together.
When Frankie finally notices your presence, he looks up at you and shoots you a small smile. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Probably should’ve,” you whisper in jest, stepping further into the room. “My boobs feel like rocks.”
“I’m sorry,” Frankie says, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. “I know you haven’t been sleeping, so when she started to whine, I whisked her away and made her a bottle before she could wake you. She took to it like a champ.”
You offer a little smile. Breastfeeding has been such an incredibly difficult journey, both mentally and physically exhausting. It took longer than expected for your milk to come in, and you never know if you’re producing enough or if she’s receiving enough. Some days she wants to eat for hours at a time, and other days she wants to stretch her feeds to where you feel like your breasts could explode. Pumping is a job of its own. To make matters worse, it’s all on you; Frankie can only do so much. But formula is expensive, so you’ve been trying to convince yourself that this is the best way.
“I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Frankie says after a long moment of silence, likely thinking you’re upset. He’s been nothing but incredibly supportive of all your decisions.
“No,” you say, shaking your head. “No, don’t apologize. You’re her father. Don’t apologize for bonding with her. Clearly, she likes you.” You smile, but it quickly fades as you cross your arms in front of you. “I’ve actually been thinking that maybe…maybe switching to formula isn’t such a bad idea. I know it’s more money but the toll feeding is taking on me is… Well, it’s a lot.”
Careful not to wake the baby, Frankie rises from the chair and moves to the crib. He shifts her in his arms, then lays her down in her crib ever-so-gently to keep her asleep. He stares for a moment, admiring her sleeping form.
“I know, baby,” Frankie says soothingly. “Don’t worry about the money; we’ll make it work. The only things that matter are that you and her are happy and healthy. And honestly, I’m really excited at the prospect of being able to help out some more.”
You smile once more. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Frankie. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner through this.”
Frankie smiles shyly and his eyes turn softer than usual. “I’m the lucky one,” he replies. “If you had told me a year ago that this is where I’d be - happy, clean, holding the most beautiful baby given to me by the most incredible woman - I would’ve told you that you’re crazy. But, here I am. And I couldn’t have done it without you. When I failed that drug test, I thought I lost everything, and I wanted to leave so you could have the chance at finding something better. But when you told me that you were pregnant, I felt so much hope for our future. Now, I understand that life is about these choices, and I have no regrets about the path I chose to ride along. You bring happiness into my life every day, and just knowing that you love me gives me the strength to keep fighting for us.”
“I will always love you, Francisco.” You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love you so much."
“I love you too, baby.”
As usual, the two of you are interrupted - except not by the screaming demands of your adorable little tyrant. Something vibrates on the table beside the rocking chair, garnering your attention.
“Who could that be this late?” you question, seeing the screen of his phone light up for a moment before darkening. Frankie huffs and moves across the room to pick up his cell from where it lays on the little table.
Frankie looks down at the screen, his brows furrowing while his eyes seem to scan a message.
“Frankie?” you question, worry creeping into your voice. You reach for him, feeling his skin as it goes cold. “What is it?”
As he looks at you, you can see his mind running a million miles a minute through his eyes. The silence stretches for a moment before Frankie speaks again.
“It’s Pope,” he says in a tone that’s never good. “He says he’s got a job.”
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Genshin impact Sagau~!
Part 1 & 2!
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Dying by a car in an arcade was not exactly expected… like how?!?! Anyways…
As you sit in a pitch black void after your death, you heard a voice… “oh dear child… I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop your death… I’ll send you to a world where you can live a life you have dreamt of… and as a gift you will gain the ability to become the strongest and do anything you wish child…” the mysterious voice said, ‘thank you’ you thought unable to do anything but hear, “child I have only one thing to warn you about… you will face those that will shock you… oh wait also immortality, bye my child!” The voice said, everything turned bright white…
You awoke in a beautiful forest next to a stream, you got up and walked to the stream to see your reflection, there you saw yourself looking 15 again but Genshin style, wearing a beautiful comfortable corset with a blue dress that stops where your thigh-highs end, ‘wow! My outfit looks similar to Venti’s almost! I love it!’ You thought while admiring yourself, once you were done you started looking around attempting to figure out where exactly you are, then you paused while seeing a bright light coming from the opposite way the sun just set, you walked over seeing bunnies run away from said area, ‘no fucking way! Is that Venti!?!?’, “eeee!” You squeal causing him to look your way, as he lands his eyes oh you he stalls, ‘oh shit he spotted me!’ You thought, you started blushing while embarrassed not noticing him walking up to you, he took your hand and kissed it causing you to short circuit for a second, “it’s lovely to meet you, but if I may ask why are you out here alone miss?” He asked tenderly, “a-ah well you see.. I just woke up somewhere near here a while ago… I’m lost and don’t know where I am” you say looking up to meet his tender gaze, which in turn makes you blush more, “would you care to accompany me miss..?” He asks, “s-sure! Also I’m y/n! What’s your name sir?” You asked kindly, Venti smiles which causes you to blush again, “I’m Venti… or you can call me love~, shall we get going..?” He asked just as tender, “s-sure Venti” you say shyly, he readjusted his hand so the two of you were holding hands softly, “let’s get going then!” He states happily while walking to Mondstadt with you in tow following like a small puppy.
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You watched Venti sing and play his lyre next to the apple stand, little kids watching in awe of him, ‘oh my god i just remembered what’s going to be happening… well fuck…’ you thought, “that’ll be 5 silvers for the bard~” you heard Venti say, you rummaged through your pocket and suddenly felt a pouch of coins, ‘oh thank goodness… oh wait he’s started another song so he’ll get his apple soon… might as well buy one for myself and some for later incase…’ you thought agreeing with yourself, by this time Venti was done and the man was about to start his next sentence before Venti called you over, “hello sir!” You say shyly to greet the man, “hello miss” he replied kindly before starting to talk with Venti again, you looked at the apples and picked a few before taking out the pouch of coins and asking him something, “how much for these 7 apples sir?” You asked still shyly, “70 coins” he said still being kind, “okay! Here you go!” You said giving him the 70 coins, you waited while they talked, just zoning out, suddenly you came back to reality when Venti took your hand and started leading you away.
Soon you found yourself in the crowd at the castle area where the nobles are, Venti still held your hand softly, he looked at you softly before he ran out of the crowd with you in tow, you got to see the woman throw the Harpstrum, ‘shit I zoned out again!’ You thought, you saw the brat of a prince walk near the Harpstrum, before he could reach it Venti let go of your hand briefly to pick up the Harpstrum so that the brat couldn’t, you zoned out again before Venti took your hand and he started running away with you and the Harpstrum… then on the run Venti face planted into Vanessa, and he let go of you, you and him both hid behind Vanessa, you zoned out again, ‘it’s soon that Mondstadt will be free once more, as well as Vanessa and her clan! I need to thank Venti when he does that!’ You thought smiling softly, Venti took your hand again, before the two of you made an escape…
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That’s the first 2 parts without any authors notes~!
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Hey, so, what if. Writing snippet based off of some of what Viking was talking about in his “what could have been” stream last night. Obviously, this isn’t finished, but I’m happy with it as is, and I think it’s easy enough to follow! Also, if you’d prefer to read it over on ao3, here is the link :)
“I thought you didn’t have enough diamonds for the ritual yet.” Taneesha said, slowly.
“Turns out,” Viking shrugged. “I did.” He tossed in another armful of eggs.
“Alright…” Taneesha eyed him as he went back and forth. “What about Legs’ IOU, then? What are your plans for that, if you don’t need him to get the diamonds?”
“Oh, this?” Viking shuffled around in his pocket for a moment before procuring a small, leather bound book that Taneesha was fairly certain she had watched Viking give back to Legundo after calling in his favor. “Eh, it can go in here too, I suppose.” He dropped over the edge of the hole, with seemingly a complete lack of care and consideration.
“Woah, woah, woah—” Taneesha protested, but it was far too late by the time she had even processed what was going on; the IOU was long gone, now. “Hey!” She shouted. “I worked hard for that! You worked hard to get me to give it to you! Just because you don’t need it for the diamonds doesn’t mean it isn’t still useful! You— you can’t just throw it away like that!”
“Ehh…” Viking trailed off. “I wouldn’t get too upset, if I were you. I mean, it only means as much as Legs’ “”word“” means, which is to say, it means literally absolutely nothing, apparently, so… into the void it goes too! Buh-bye!”
“I— what?” Taneesha started. “What do you mean, ‘too’?”
“I mean… the void is hungry, and this ritual needs a lot to feed it, so…” He was already back to grabbing as many things as he could hold from the chests along the wall to also dump into the void. Taneesha couldn’t help but notice the severed and frayed leads laying in a pile in the corner. Viking must have already sacrificed any… live offerings… he had down there, at this point. “Of all the people here, I’d expect you to understand that the most,” Viking commented. “You’ve had your fair share of experience with the void, you know how these things go.”
Taneesha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
Viking hummed in acknowledgment of this, but didn’t bother continuing on, which was… unhelpful.
“Viking,” Taneesha started. Now that she was really taking a good look at him, she could see how… unkempt he looked, compared to usual. Something about him, he didn’t look entirely… he didn’t look particularly well, she guessed. “What- what is this about? Why are you doing this right now?”
Viking shrugged again. “I have everything I need. Why not, huh? Why not do it now?”
“It’s just— you seemed pretty particular about it all being in order when you were telling me about it. This seems… this feels pretty spontaneous. And I thought I was supposed to help. Are you— is everything alright?”
“Oh, yeah, everything’s just fine.” Viking said with unsettling nonchalance. “And you are gonna help!” He was in front of her now, grabbing onto her shoulders, just tight enough to be uncomfortable, and looking her directly in the eye. “You’re gonna jump in with me, right, Taneesha?” Taneesha pulled back in surprise as she realized— Viking’s eyes, they—
“Viking,” Taneesha said in a low voice, stepping out and away from Viking’s grasp. “What happened to your eyes?”
“What do you mean?” Viking asked. There was no confusion behind his voice.
“Your eyes are both blue.”
“Okay… and yours are purple.” Viking said that as if that was supposed to somehow make her observation any less concerning.
“Viking, why are your eyes both blue?”
Viking shook his head, turning back to the chests. “I dunno,” he said. He wasn’t even trying to hide that he was obviously lying. That almost worried Taneesha more than the eyes themselves. “It’s not important. Here come help me with this stuff.”
“Viking, what is going on?”
“We’re going to get our memories back, Taneesha! I don’t understand what’s not to get here! You’re going to jump in with me to complete the ritual, and then we’ll have our memories back! Now come on, give me a hand here!”
“Viking—”
“Taneesha.”
“What if— what if I don’t want to, anymore.” Viking froze. “What if I don’t wanna do this right now?” She amended the sentence.
There was an agonizing pause. “That’s ridiculous. You and I both know that’s bs, right?”
“No, Viking. I don’t— I don’t like this. What is happening here? What happened to your yellow eye? And what—” She looked him over for a second time. He did not look well. “What happened to your compass?”
Viking scrunched up his face in a sour look and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then opened them. He made what Taneesha guessed was supposed to be a forced grin, though it looked a lot more like a snarl. “Y’know,” he began. “You really can’t trust anyone around here to get anything done for you, can you? Not even if you have their word, not even if you have a wish, not even if you believe that they are the one person who might understand, who might get it—” He let out a pained bark of laughter. “Hell, you can’t even trust your own self to get things done for you!”
There was a beat, and then another. Taneesha swallowed. “What did you do, Viking?”
“I did exactly what had to be done.”
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Writing Log
July 20, 2023
WIP: Project Rosary
Phase: Active Writing
Percentage: ~ 40%
I wanted to start a writing log for so long now and I am finally here.
My exam season finally started, which means I have more time in the mornings to write and less time over the days to do anything else than learning…
But writing every day feels really good at the moment.
Just as a little recap:
Hi. My name is Mimi and I am currently writing a dark urban fantasy novel series which newly got the code name "Project Rosary".
I am currently at the part of the novel, where it feels like it is finally coming to the main point of the story? I don't know how to say this, but I feel really excited about it.
There is only the current chapter until I can finally come to the exciting part, I am long awaiting. ✨
I must admit, that I already were at that point, but I realised, some stuff needed to happen beforehand, to make it more explained and more fitting to the situation, so yeah. But I am done inserting the 3 to 4 chapters (including throwing out the old build of a house that is very present in the series, and completely rebuilding it, so it makes more sense afterwards 🥴).
I already know, that I have to go back to the first few chapters and change some stuff that is no longer up to date, but this will be a future-me-problem. I will probably do that in the first revision, when all is done and I have the first draft complete.
I hope, I can write more in the next few days, when the work besides learning for my exams stops and I have more breaks in between.
To be fair, I hate having to stop writing when I am in a flow, like this morning, but it also gives me a chance to get new ideas and a fresh mind. It's a love-hate relationship.
Anyway. Today, I will have some spare time right before my exam and right after it, so maybe I have the chance to add some sentences, but if not that's okay. I've written 5 and a half pages today and was finally able to write down that one idea I had for days now, so I'm good for today.
I also set myself a deadline to stay accountable, finishing draft one somewhere between October and November and having the majority of the story down by the end of September (fingers crossed). I don't know if I will be able to do so, but I try. You can stay tuned on how this goal is going with all the exams in September and the vacation that is planned. But, you know, you can try. 🥴
But I already rambled too much about Project Rosary. It already feels like a YouTube video (which I wanted to do for so long, but I am too shy in front of a camera...maybe one day, I will finally overcome my fear of sounding absolutely awful when talking about anything…).
And to end it with a YouTube-like ending:
I hope you liked this post and if you did, don't forget to share, comment and subscribe. It would not only means a lot to me but also supports my blog. 💕
I also want to thank all my lovely followers who are subscribed to my blog: ❤️
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Without you, this would simply be an open void. 💕
Love to you all and see you in the next one.
Bye! 🌸
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Ch. 21 - That I try to escape the afterlife?
WC:
CW: Yandere themes, toxic relationships and mentalities
He marched down the hallway and stepped into the elevator, smashing the button without looking at the panel. Slumping against the wall, he pulled his phone out of his pocket just to scroll through his camera roll. There he clicked the folder dedicated to one person in particular. One person who he had planned on marrying until they had royally fucked it all up, that is. How had he gotten here? How did he let them get taken away from him?
The elevator doors opened and he stepped out into the parking garage without looking away from his phone. Thinking about it brought back all of the anger that he’d felt the day they left. The way they had said he was ‘too controlling’, ‘so self-centred’, and ‘abusive’. He could tell by the wording that the words were not their own, but those of their stupid friends. It was they that convinced his sweetheart to change their minds. He had tried to be civil with them but, they just couldn’t accept that his partner wasn’t spending as much time with them anymore.
He threw open the door to his car and slammed it shut behind him. Fuming, he put the key in the ignition and turned the key before peeling out of the garage. This time would be different. It would be different because he had a plan, one that would be guaranteed to get you back.
All Daishou needed was some time.
-
She scrolled through his Instagram feed for what had to have been the 20th time that day. Seeing his car and tattoos filled her with a yearning for the happy times long since passed. Oh, how it stung to see him move on so easily without her. But there was some satisfaction in knowing that he had yet to find anything but those rinky-dink cars to fill the void that she left in his heart. How could he truly replace her anyway?
She had given him everything. She was the reason for his success in the car industry. He wouldn’t have gotten anywhere without her influence. I mean who was he kidding? There was no way that he could even get the Ride or Die boys’ attention, let alone their ear. Hell, he’d probably still be in that tiny dead-end shop with that lame short-stack of a friend. He’d definitely still think he was “content” in that life. That he didn’t want anything more than to work until he died. To end up as just another blue-collar worker, with his life savings amounting to less than one Birkin bag.
If girls in white dresses and big winter weddings
Is something you want to be tr-
She picked up the phone. “Hello? Yeah, I’m ready… Okay, okay, keep your shirt on. Let me throw some shoes on, and I’ll come down!”
She slid a pair of black Louboutin pumps onto her perfectly manicured feet, as she grabbed her house keys from the hook.
“Ugh, you’re such a pain in my ass. Alright, I’m hanging up now. Love you, bye.”
Yeah, he never could have gotten as far as he did without her. He just needed a little reminder, just to see how much better his life was with her. It might make her a bitch, but she was willing to do anything to get Tanaka back.
Kiyoko was going to win, one way or another.
-
Daishou got a text from Yachi.
Y: Just got here, you’re gonna hate it when you arrive
He glowered at the screen.
D: why?
Y; Your girl’s boy toy is wrapped all around them, and not in the friendly way
The screen of his phone cracked. Plans change, but this one just got a lot messier.
<Chap. 20 | Masterlist | Chap. 22>
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*Smashes in through the wall* HEYO CANT STAY LONG GOT HAUNTED DOLL AND VOID ISSUES HERE HAVE THESE *Throws loaves of bread at everyone* OH AND ALSO THIS *Yeets Masha directly into Ichigo's face* I FOUND IT IN MY YARD I THINK IT'S YOURS I DUNNO OKAY BYE *Smashes out through the wall*
I think Ichigo is choking
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rushing decadence: ezra x gender neutral reader
summary: sunflower shows ezra just how much they missed him. part of the voice actor!ezra au but can be read as a stand-alone.
pairing: voice actor!ezra x gender neutral reader
warnings: 18+ only!!! ezra gets pegged, dirty talk, references to masturbation, use of “good boy,” implied feelings, cumplay, ezra truly deserves his own warning
word count: a lil baby, 1.4k+
a/n: took the morning off from thesis wrangling and wrote this instead, lmao. inspired by an ask from the lovely (and devious) @astroboots. no beta. gif credit: @holdingthornsandroses
speechless is not a word you would use to describe ezra. you suspect very few would — the man makes a living from spinning forth words from lips of honey, after all. they are his fortress, his realm, his fae. they are more inimical to his being: a constant force sweeping through wreckage and downy meadows alike.
looking down at him, a smile a crosses your face. it’s small smile, unconscious in its blossoming that tugs the corner of your mouth up, up, up — but only a little. only a little, lest all the fondness you feel for him spill out and pour all over him. you could coat his strong body in the potent stuff and still have more left over. he inspires excess in you and perhaps that should scare you; maybe it does. maybe it does scare you, and that is why you bite your lip to keep the gurgle of words that flood into your mouth at bay, lest your body fall prey to his liquor-filled emotions.
and yet: you have already fallen prey, already played the willing victim of sorts to his cunning and his wit and his seductive smile.
hunter & prey. you & ezra swirl between these roles with little effort. he is used to playing a role and he does so gladly, eager to give as much as he is take. spinning you stories from sugar-spun words, he matches them with his actions. (that is to say: when he says something he means it, loving you with his body as much as his prose).
no, speechless is not how you would describe ezra.
but right now he is dangerously close to such a thing. there is a word for that and you tell him so, cooing sweetly as you brush the matted hair off of his forehead.
“oh, look at you, ezra,” you say. “is my good boy cockdumb?”
consternation rises in his brow at the phrase, competitive to the last. “i do not believe that is the precise description of my current s-state,” he grunts, one hand fisting in the sheets. the veins pop and match the set of his jaw, the dash of his tongue across his swollen lower lip.
swollen from me, you think, a bright yellow glimpse of pride coloring the thought. this had started as your saturday mornings usually do: wrapped in his soft linen sheets caressed by his touch and the tender offerings of sun streaming through his window. it wasn’t long before you had straddled him and kissed him and rocked yourself against him until he was panting, asking if he might be of service to his sunflower. you had nipped his lower lip, then, soothing it with your tongue before ignoring his request. you wanted his moans in your ear today, not your own. his. he had been away too long for you to not miss his wanton cries.
you ask him what the right phrase would be, then, speaking delicately to match the slow grind of your hips into his.
“d-dumb implies” — he takes a deep breath as you notch against a sensitive spot deep inside him — “the inability to s-speak, dear heart.” ezra finishes the sentence with difficulty, letting the endearment run into a low moan. the movement pushes his head deeper into the pillow and exposes his neck, the jump of his pulse plainly visible. an urge to kiss it swoops over you, low and hot and you comply, leaning forward to latch onto the sensitive skin.
you slide out of him slightly with your forward movement and ezra whines. his broad hand settles on your hip while you suck; his grip fiercely digging into your skin as though he can’t decide if he wants to push you away or pull you closer.
releasing his neck, your lips drift to his jaw and nip. “what was that, ezra? i didn’t hear you.”
the smile in his voice is evident, bright tones washing over your back and landing between your legs. “give me reason,” ezra replies equally as coy, “and i assure you i shall have no qualms engaging in repetition.”
his voice, breathy and strung out from the tension in his body, doesn’t have the same edge it usually does. it causes a shiver to run down your spine all the same, fueling the rapacious ache of desire building in you as it builds in him, too.
shifting back down to settle once more between his legs, you reward him with shallow thrusts. not enough to give him what he wants, but enough to remind him that he can have it — if he only asks.
catching sight of his cock, you grin again. curled against his stomach, it’s leaking from the tip, clearly wanting for attention.
“remember when i recorded us, ezra?” you ask, still teasing him as your hips move lightly, just brushing in and out. “remember when i recorded us in the studio, and i came in your mouth?”
he nods, blonde streak catching in the sunlight and the grip constricts around your hip. move faster, he’s trying to say. if you did, you think, maybe you could get him to come untouched.
did you listen to it when you were gone; did you come in your hand thinking about the way i tasted? i did, ezra; i thought about you all the time, you tell him.
his responding cry gets caught in his throat before strangling free. “please,” he begs, lifting his hips to chase yours, desperate for increased friction.
“please what, ezra?” but the strain peeks through your voice as well, the words heavy and hot on your tongue; they’re languorous, almost, in their immutability.
more, he finally breathes. darkened eyes that nevertheless glimmer in the morning sun meet your own and you smile, pleased to finally give him what you both want.
your thrusts become deeper and your hips lock, refraining from the urge to be sloppy. there’s no need to; you can already tell that he’s close enough without your being wrecked, too.
instead, you focus on precision, shamelessly slamming your hips into him over and over again, rubbing that spot that makes him babble praise. “i’m — oh shit — i’m so full,” he manages to whisper, another moan accompanying the admission.
“so full on what, ezra?” you ask, starting to pant yourself with the effort. “be a good boy and say it.”
“fucking hell, sunflower,” he drawls, eyes fluttering shut, as though that will protect him from the sight of you fucking him with abandon. “so full on — so full on your cock, sweetheart.”
impatient, your hand raises nearly of its own volition and smears the precum across tip, drawing another ragged whine from his lips. a finger runs the length of the swollen vein and he twitches, stomach muscles tensing at your relentless pace, at the feel of your hands on him.
i listened to you all the time when you were gone, you tell him, pumping his length in time with your thrusts. i wanted you cum all over me again; i missed it; i missed you.
“my dear sunflower,” ezra says, half-pleading, half-whining, a shaken timbre to his words, “if you fail to cease your actions you will be rewarded with what you seek.”
but that’s what i want, ezra; i want you to cum; be a good boy and make a mess; let it spill all over; you’ve been so good for me; i know it feels so good, baby.
words are never ezra’s undoing — they are his lens — and that is what undoes him more than anything, more than the grind of your hips, more than your hands teasing his cock.
the image, your voice, your hands, your hips, your praise: it’s all too much for him to hold out and ezra comes with a shout to kevva, head tilting back once more as hot ropes of come shoot out over his stomach and dribble onto your hand.
easing out of him, you stay nestled between his legs and lift a hand to swirl a finger in the stuff, gathering it on your finger. feeling his molten, if sated, gaze on you, you bring the finger to your mouth, letting your tongue peek out to taste just a drop before engulfing the entire digit between your lips, swirling your tongue around the tip.
“even better than i remembered,” you tell him shakily. now that ezra has reached his satisfaction your own need has reared up and the ache between your legs gnaws low in your belly. the sight of his reaction to you doesn’t help either — his come smeared over his stomach, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright with pleasure.
as if sensing your need, ezra tugs your wrist away from your mouth and uses the leverage to bring you closer. “come here, sunflower,” he rasps. “now it is my turn to enjoy your cries.”
fin.
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SOLD TO ONE DIRECTION BOATEM?!
chapter two
Oo.oOo.oOo.oO
Grian shoulders his glittery turquoise backpack full of random girls' clothing, which is inexplicably in his size in addition to being an affront to all things fashion. He can't take this anymore-- not the juvenile girliness, not the total confusion, and definitely not the way everything looks like the year 2011 threw up all over it.
He moodily shoves the bedroom door open, taking in the off-beige carpeted stairs and the family photos of himself and Gem on the wall that were taken without his knowledge. Against his will, his chocolate orbs glisten-- no! Stop that! We do not say orbs in this household!
Fucking void, the insanity is contagious. If he stops to examine the photos on the wall, he'll surely lose his mind. One step at a time, he thinks both metaphorically and literally as he descends the stairs. They smell faintly of cigarette smoke, and when he gets downstairs he sees the reason why: despite the fact that he's never seen Gem smoke a day in her life, she's sat on the couch in front of the TV with an ashtray next to her. It looks like she's been chainsmoking, and a short cigarette hangs between her lips as she devotes her attention to Gossip Girl.
"Are you okay?" Grian asks. He may be in a very weird situation right now, but he can't help but feel concerned for his normally very wholesome friend.
Gem scowls, which is a set of words no one ever expected to see next to each other. She roars, "Shut up!"
Grian takes a step back, and Gem reaches down to the floor on the side of the couch that he can't see. She pulls out a crack pipe and throws it at the wall next to Grian's head.
"You're such a fucking ungrateful daughter, Grian," she says, pulling out a bong and packing the bowl full of weed. "You know I had to sell you to support my drug addiction. Your owners are waiting for you outside. Go."
"I'll just, uh... do that," he says, baffled, then lamely adds, "bye."
He shuffles out the front door as quickly as he reasonably can. He considers stopping by the kitchen to get some toast first, since he could go for breakfast, but the idea of running out the door with his backpack over one shoulder and a piece of toast hanging out of his mouth like a shoujo anime protagonist is too much to bear.
Outside, the sidewalk and driveway are both cracked. A gray 2007 Honda Civic with a half-deflated tire sits in the driveway, looking dejected all covered in bird crap and pollen. All the houses on both sides of the street have uneven lawns with political yard signs promoting local government elections. Grian thinks he spies one down the block proudly declaring that the house's occupants will be voting for Mitt Romney in the upcoming presidential election.
Parked halfway on the curb is a white van, with no windows in the back. It's clean-- nearly pristine, in fact-- and Grian wonders privately if that's because the owners had to wash FREE CANDY off the side. The front driver-side (no, wait, this looks like an American car, so it's the passenger-side) window is tinted, but rolls down very slowly. Like, awkwardly slowly. Impulse sits in the seat next to the window, making uncomfortable eye contact while the window squeaks.
"Please tell me you know what's going on," Grian says as he walks up to the window.
"Hey, Grian!" Impulse greets jovially, sounding just normal enough that for a moment Grian thinks that he's found someone else that's normal. Unfortunately, Impulse continues to speak. "We're your new owners!"
Grian is filled with bottomless dread. "We?"
Impulse smiles, friendly and comforting. "Boatem, of course! We're only, you know, the most popular boy band, like, ever! You're our new maid, so hop in the back of the van!"
"Your new what now."
"Our new maid," Impulse repeats. "Hop in the back of the van!"
"No no no, hold on a minute," Grian insists. He's being railroaded into some sort of insane plotline and he isn't having it. "Your new what now?!"
Impulse's smile doesn't falter, but his voice drops half an octave and suddenly his smile is a lot less friendly. Has Impulse always had teeth that sharp? "Our new maid. Hop in the back of the van."
With a shudder, Grian decides that discretion is the better part of valor. He opens the doors on the back of the van and climbs in, shutting them behind him as his eyes adjust to the dimly lit van. The vehicle immediately starts puttering down the street, and Grian scrambles for a seatbelt. Unfortunately, all the seats are taken, so he has to settle for sitting on the floor and hoping they don't drive too fast.
"...If you guys are a boy band, then why is Pearl here?" Grian asks just to break the awkward silence.
"Yeah," Pearl says from the driver's seat without looking back at him.
That's not an answer?? Grian thinks, but keeps his mouth shut. He doesn't want Impulse to do whatever it is that he did earlier again.
"Where are you taking me?" he tries.
"To our HQ," Scar oozes in that charismatic scammy way of his. "We're super rich and famous, so we have our own building."
Grian switches tactics. "And Mumbo isn't here? I thought Boatem was all of us."
"Oh, he's super busy," Scar says. "He's the lead singer, you know? Busy busy busy! I bet he's signing autographs right now, but you'll meet him eventually."
"Why does your kidnapping van only have three seats?" Grian asks.
Impulse turns around in his seat to face Grian. He smiles very sweetly and says, "Don't ask questions <3"
Grian cowers, terrified. "How the fuck did you say that with your mouth?!"
"Oh, you know <3" Impulse replies.
Grian huddles in the corner, holding his backpack close to his chest, and prays that this will all be over soon.
Oo.oOo.oOo.oO
A/N oh poor grian xD *pats grian on the head* i still do'nt own hermitcraft!!1! ehehehe......
grian: hey!!! let me out author-san!!
me: noooooo i still have plans for you *evil laughter*
grian: "O.o
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close friends | t. holland
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this.
a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.
my masterlist
so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.
it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.
naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.
eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.
instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.
he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,
'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'
the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.
thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.
'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'
who's story? what was going on?
you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.
a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.
oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.
sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.
you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.
you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.
it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.
"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.
"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.
"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."
"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.
"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.
"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.
he did not react like you had expected him to.
his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.
"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.
at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.
"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.
"are you okay?" you asked again.
"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.
“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.
“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.
“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.
“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”
“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.
“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.
“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.
“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.
“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.
“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.
“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.
“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.
you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.
you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.
once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.
once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.
when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.
“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.
“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.
he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.
in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.
you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.
you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.
“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.
“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.
“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.
“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.
“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.
you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.
although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.
you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.
“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”
with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.
‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’
all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.
your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.
“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.
his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.
whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.
“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.
“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.
you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.
you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.
after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.
as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.
‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’
next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.
you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.
you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.
you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.
“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.
you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.
the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.
tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.
“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.
tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.
‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’
edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.
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Peter Parker x Avenger Reader/ the reader gets stabbed on a mission and hides it from everyone. But Peter is suspicious and try’s to check. Can it end with angst please?/ if you don’t feel like it then never mind, don’t worry!!! ❤️❤️❤️
you want it to END with angst? well shit this one is gonna hurt.. literally
warnings: mentions of blood and death
“nice job, gang,” tony announces after you all pile on to the jet. “no one’s injured, no one’s dying. most importantly, i have no paperwork to sign.” he pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. he’s sitting next to steve, who’s in the pilot’s seat. you tense up in your own. “what did i say about teamwork?” steve flashes tony one of his oh so charming smiles. “it’s all we’ve got,” sam answers, biting back a smirk.
“i don’t know about the no injuries thing, mr. stark,” peter murmurs, making your heart beat faster than it already was. has he figured it out already? “what’s that, kid?” tony wonders. he looks at him over his shoulder. “think i got a few cuts back there,” peter replies with a sheepish smile. natasha lets out a sigh. “you’re so brave.” “thanks for sharing your story,” sam adds on.
forcing out a laugh, you scoot the tiniest bit away from peter. he’s still joking around with the team. you’re trying to get out of his embrace, which is a first. his arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulders. too tightly because he’s pressing into your stab wound. it is keeping you from bleeding out, though.
you were the only one to actually get injured during the mission, but you didn’t say anything. you’d be ruining the otherwise successful night, which the team doesn’t get many of. the last person you want to find out is peter. it’s a hard secret not to share when your blood is literally on his hands.
“y/n, you’ve been awfully quiet. cat got your tongue?” tony observes with an eyebrow quirked. “thank god. let it stay that way.” bucky shoots you a wink. sam elbows his side. now that peter thinks about it, you haven’t said a word since the jet took off. “yeah, that’s a little... odd. you okay, baby?” he quietly asks, pulling you back into his side. “i... i’m just...” you wince when he squeezes you.
“i don’t have anything to say, i guess.” you’re giving peter a pained smile. “what’d i say about excuses?” steve chimes in, a knowing tone to his voice. “don’t make them,” natasha finishes for him. “what’s really bothering you, y/n?” “we’re here to listen, whatever it is.” steve glances over at you before putting his eyes back on the sky. “no, really! it’s nothing,” you insist, peter rubbing up and down your arm.
you can feel the blood starting to soak through your suit. he’ll be feeling it any second, too.
“i’m gonna go to the bathroom. tell me what i miss,” you say to everyone. you’re quick getting to your feet. “i’ll go with you,” peter instantly decides. “you can’t!” you put a hand on his chest, effectively holding him back. “it’s... period stuff. that’s what’s bothering me, guys.” “there it is,” sam chuckles. “i can see that,” bucky agrees. natasha rolls her eyes at both of them.
“you know i don’t care about any of that,” peter scoffs and laces your fingers together. “can’t scare me off so easy.” if you weren’t lying and bleeding in other places, that would have been sweet. “it’s fine, pete. just stay here, okay?” you bite your lip as a wave of pain shoots through you. tony takes note of that. “ok. call me if you need anything?” peter raises both eyebrows for emphasis. “i will. alright, um... bye.”
with that, you scurry off to the bathroom. you stumble on the way there and grab on to your shoulder. that doesn’t go unnoticed by the team.
“i don’t think she’s fine,” bucky concludes after a minute. natasha laughs in disbelief. “of course she’s not! her uterus is-“ “not that!” he squeezes his eyes shut at the image she almost painted. “he’s right, kid was acting pretty weird. weirder than usual.” sam shares a look with tony. “go check on her, parker,” tony gently requests, steve frowning. peter exhales a breath he’s been holding. “yeah, i’m on it.”
you free your right arm from your suit as soon as you get to the bathroom. it’s where the wound is, and it’s really bad. blood is dripping down from your shoulder to your arm, sticking to the rest of the suit. it gets in fly away pieces of hair when you look for the source. your eyes flood with tears, lip once again between your teeth. your heart is beating so fast that if you don’t die from this, it’ll be from cardiac arrest.
you’re attempting to clean up your wound with water and toilet paper, muffled whimpers escaping you. you have no idea what you’re supposed to do, but it’s definitely not this. it stings so bad every time you touch it. silent tears fall down your face while you continue taking care of yourself the best you can.
a sudden knock at the door makes you jump. “y/n?” peter speaks sternly, like he knows what’s going on in there. he doesn’t. he’s just worried about you. “y/n, it’s me. can i come in?” “what? no!” you yell, still holding the crumbling toilet paper to your wound. “i need... i- i really need some privacy. please.” your voice becomes a sob at the end. peter only grows more concerned.
“baby, what’s wrong? it’s gotta be more than your-“ a loud thud coming from the bathroom cuts him off. “what was that?” he’s already reaching for the doorknob. “nothing. i...” you don’t even try to lie this time. you can’t. “i’m coming in.” peter warns you, throwing the door open without another protest. his whole world collapses at what he sees.
curled up in a ball on the floor is you, with your suit half off and blood everywhere. you’re shivering, crying, desperately clutching at your shoulder. you were just sitting right next to him, in his arms. how could he not have realized?
“oh my god,” peter breathes, getting on to his knees in front of you. “when- when did you... what happened? how long have you been-“ he can barely form one sentence. he’s in so much shock, and so fucking scared. “during the mission,” you respond in a sniffle. “someone had a- a knife or something. they stabbed me.”
peter presses both his hands to your open wound, frantically searching for your eyes. “fuck...” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” he’s whispering, moving closer to you, face inches from yours. “because you...” before you can finish, your eyes start rolling back. “no, no, no!” peter takes one hand off your shoulder and brings it to your chin.
“stay with me, y/n. you can’t... you can’t go yet. don’t do this,” he cries out, his own face now coated in tears. his fingers grabbing at your chin force you to look at him. “it hurts so bad, peter,” you whimper. your eyes are void of color when they finally meet his. “i know, baby. i know.” peter blinks hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek.
“i didn’t want you to worry,” you start, peter caressing your skin softly. he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. “or add to the list of people you lost. seems like i’m doing it right now, though.” a sad smile crosses your features. “no... don’t say that.” he furiously shakes his head, thumb smoothing over your cheek.
“you’re gonna be fine, y/n. i’ll get mr. stark, and- and he’ll know what to do,” peter tries to convince you both. you’re not buying it. “what if it’s too late?” you croak. “it’s not. we’re gonna be okay, okay?” he leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. “i’ll get him now. be right back, y/n/n.”
peter’s hands leave you slowly. he replaces his one on your shoulder with your own. “you’re not going anywhere,” he assures you once more, you giving him a stiff nod. he’s rushing back to inform the team of your condition just like that. your eyes fight to stay open again. you let them close, the pain too much to handle.
“i’ll always be with you.”
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confessions
hol’ up . . . this is our vv first fic together. bye-
inspo: “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you?”
genre(s): angst; fluff
fandom: the hunger games
rating: g・t・r
rated t for swearing
word count: 2.6k
warning(s): two oblivious dumbasses in love; probably unedited
things to know: y/n (your name) ⟢ e/c (your eye colour) ⟢ y/l/n (your last name)
Peeta Mellark.
He was your constant; your rock. You could rely on him for anything and everything.
He was the steadiest thing you’d had in your life for a long time now, but as he took your wrist and led you upstairs away from the party, you couldn’t help but feel the anger bubble up in your chest.
“Peeta, what—”
“Why?” he nearly shouts. Peeta is mild mannered. He’s many things, actually; polite, charming, and personable, but angry was not one of them. It didn’t scare you like you’d always expected it to, but rather frustrated you.
“Why what, Peeta?” you hiss back.
He looks at you as if you had just grown two heads, his brows knit together in disbelief.
“You’re joking,” he breathes. You shake your head, not understanding what he is trying to get at. You defensively cross your arms, knowing the juvenile element would annoy him, but having nothing to do with your hands increases your already anxious state.
“That guy,”
“That guy?”
“Yes, y/n, yes. That guy that was just a little too friendly with you? So close to you that he was practically crawling under your goddamn skin? What were you thinking?”
You laugh at him, unable to contain it. “I can handle myself perfectly fine. Why are you being such an ass?” you all but shout at him. “It’s none of your business anyway?”
“Hm, let’s see y/n, he could’ve, god, I don’t know, taken advantage of you?”
You scoff, unable to handle his cliché statement.
He brings his hands up and pushes his hair back, looking up at the ceiling as he exhales heavily through his nose. You squint at him, unable to read the emotions on his face.
“What is up with you?” you whisper, not quite sure if he was able to hear. Your eyes narrow, unsure of what his next words might be.
“For someone so smart, you can be so goddamn oblivious sometimes, y/l/s.”
“Oh my god, what is with all the stupid riddles tonight? I can’t read your mind! You can’t expect me to just know things,” you exasperate, throwing your hands out in front of you. “For someone who’s supposed to be good at communication, you’re doing a pretty shitty job of displaying it,” you spit, throwing his words right back at him.
“Fine,” he hisses, starting to move towards you.
You cock your eyebrow at him, your bodies coming closer, nearly closing the gap.
“Fine?” you question.
“Yeah.” he huffs out, repeating the word with an heir of finality, “yeah.” His breath warms your face, the scent of vodka invading your senses.
Your cheeks heat up, suddenly very aware of his proximity. You watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly. He can’t meet your eyes, his heart hammering against his chest so loud that it feels as though you can hear it. His head drops along with his gaze, studying the floor before chancing a glance at you. Peeta lets go of a breathy laugh as words tumble out of his mouth.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he breathes, his words choked, hardly audible, him now looking you right in the eyes. Your stomach does a flip once, unsure of his next words. Blue eyes stare at your e/c ones that are clouded in confusion. You can feel his frustration start to build as he takes a step back from you, his voice rising and hands coming from his sides.
“I’m in love with you,” he bursts out.
Oh my god.
You stare at him in shock, his proclamation stunning you. You blink once, twice, as his words echoing through your head.
His hazel eyes bore into your e/c ones, willing you to say something, anything, to let him know you heard him. But yet you stand there, unable to find the words.
Nothing is coming out.
Say something, you beg yourself, wanting to scream out an answer, yet your mouth continues to remain shut. You swallow hard, your tongue feeling like sandpaper. How could you be so oblivious to his feelings? You and him have known each other since childhood, yet there you are, standing only inches away from him, the truth finally known.
The look in his eyes is absolutely heart-wrenching; if you hadn’t just heard him, you’d have thought he had lost his best friend. In a way, you guess, he had.
Peeta just shakes his head softly, shrugging his shoulders in such a way that makes you want to reach out and take his hand. His dark waves fall over his eyes and he turns around, facing the door.
“I—” you begin, but you know it’s too late.
“Just, um, forget it, y/n,” his voice soft, small, “I’ll see you in environmental studies.”
He opens the door and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. You want to scream, to tell him to come back.
“Dammit!” you exclaim, throwing your red solo cup as hard as you can at the wall. The contents spill all over, some of the liquid splashing on you but you can’t bring yourself to care.
You reach to pull at your loosely braided hair, a habit of yours that came out whenever you were experiencing an excess of negative emotions, before you realize where you are. You harshly rub your eyes with the heels of your hands as you remind yourself to breathe.
In, out . . . In, out.
“Get it together,” you tell yourself, taking one last deep breath. “Okay.”
You turn to head back downstairs to the party, nothing on your mind except finding Peeta and setting everything straight, hoping at this point that that was even a possibility anymore.
God, you hated this part. You hated having to make up. Saying sorry was never your strong suit, your pride always getting in the way. But this? This was not a matter of pride. This was about finally coming to terms with the truth that you so desperately tried to avoid for years.
You almost trip as you descend the stairs, looking everywhere for Peeta but unable to find him anywhere in the crowd.
Spotting a head of wavy bronze hair by the water cooler, you rush over to your english lit classmate, who is also a friend of Peeta’s; Finnick Odair.
“Hey Finnick,” you say once you reach him, trying to keep your voice even. He greets you with his signature smirk before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a sip.
“Ah, y/n, having a good time I trust?”
“Trying to,” you grumble. Finnick gives you a quizzical look before you proceed; “Have you seen Peeta?” You can’t help but notice the slight crack in your voice when you say his name.
“Yeah,” he confirms, “I saw him leave a few minutes ago. Seemed pretty upset.”
“Yeah, wonder why,” you mutter bitterly, knowing he wouldn’t hear your words above the music.
You bite your lip, weighing the option of asking Finnick to help you find Peeta. Half of you wanted to go and find him yourself, your need to get the weight off your chest as quickly as possible, the other half of you wanting to stall for as long as you could.
“Could you text him? Ask him where he is?”
“Why can’t you?”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, your cheeks burning. “Because, I—”
“Wait,” Finnick’s smile widens. “Wait, are you the reason he’s upset?”
Your silence is enough for him. His dopey smile falters for a moment, an emotion that you could only define as realization sweeping over his face. He shakes his head softly, pulling his phone from the pocket of his hoodie and opening his texts. His thumbs glide swiftly across the screen as he compiles a message to send to Peeta.
You can’t have been standing there for more than a minute when his phone dings. Finnick flashes you the screen.
From: Pita Bread
I’m fine... at the pond.
“Thank you, Finnick, really,” you breathe.
He just nods, taking another sip of his drink.
You rush out of the frat house the party was being held in, running across the street to Panem University’s main campus, willing your legs to go faster.
The pond was at the northern end of campus, smack in the middle of Tribute Hall and the Coriolanus Snow Study Center. You see a silhouette sitting on one of the few stone benches surrounding the body of tranquil water, tossing handfuls of what you can only assume is trail mix at the ducks that liked to take up at the pond.
You slow down, bringing your footfalls to a trot, then silently padding your way over the grass towards him. Your chest is heaving from the exertion as you try to make your breaths even.
“Peeta,” You call out, your voice void of any venom as you stalk towards the boy. You’re almost inclined to slap him because of how he acted. No rational person could expect someone to give them an answer to a question as heavily weighed as that right away.
He stands up once you reach him, refusing to look you in the eyes. For a fleeting moment, you catch the grief-stricken look in his usually bright eyes and it’s enough to keep you from raising your hand at him.
“Why did you leave like that?” you breathe out. He shrugs a shoulder with almost casual indifference. “Peeta.” you nearly plead, looking at him as your eyebrows knit together.
“What did you expect me to do?” he says feebly.
You look up at the night sky, inhaling deeply as you hurriedly send off a prayer to whatever higher power that you can say everything you want to say to him, in the way you want to say it.
In a way that says something to him. Means something.
The stars seem to twinkle brighter, almost like they received your message. God, this is so hard.
Peeta is still looking anywhere but at you, his focus now on the ducks idling in the water.
“You could have waited for me,” you say. “I mean, come on! That was… big. A big thing to drop on me,” you add, “so of course I was shocked. But if you had just waited for me . . .”
“What?” he snorts, finally looking you in the eyes. “What would you have said that couldn’t have possibly made me feel like more of a fool than I already was? What—”
“I love you,” you blurt.
Here it goes.
“And not in a ‘you’ve always been there for me, so I’m kind of indebted to you’ kind of way but in a way that’s like, ‘I want to do cheesy stuff with you because I know it will make you smile.’ That’s like, I would do anything, anything to prove to you that I’m worthy of your love. Peeta, you’ve seen everything I was and everything I am, and it just— I just couldn’t believe when you said that . . . But I— I trust you with everything in me and it frightens me, because you know I’ve been hurt before, but I can’t deny that everything feels right when I’m with you. I just. I want another chance. If, if you’ll let me.” You breath the words out, hardly anything but air coming out.
“Y/n, breathe.”
“Right,” you exhale, your mind swirling around, making vertigo seem like a walk in the park.
“You’re not . . . unworthy of love,” Peeta begins but he stops, trying to figure out his words. “What Cato did to you, it doesn’t mean you’re undeserving of love. He’s.. an asshole, who’s going to get what’s coming to him. I— I’m sorry for dropping it on you like that, but seeing you with that guy, he just reminded me so much of Cato, and it made me so mad because I didn’t want you to go through that again, and I.. couldn’t help but think it was my final chance to tell you how I felt.”
“Final chance?”
“Y/n, I’ve loved you since like year six.”
“Peeta, you absolute dumbass!” you exclaim, quickly going to cover your mouth as your own words shock even yourself. “I’m sorry. It’s just . . . wow,” a laugh nearly escapes your lips. “We’re both oblivious fools, huh?”
Peeta’s brows furrow in confusion, as you let out a soft chuckle. His head is tilted slightly to the side, his soft curls falling into his blue eyes. This moment is one you’ll always remember, you think to yourself, already trying to commit it to memory. The way the trees slightly sway from the late summer breeze, the moonlight reflecting off the water; best of all, the glint in Peeta’s eye when your gazes meet. It’s so cheesy, really, but you couldn’t care less. You’ve played it over and over in your head for years, different scenarios always being formulated, but nothing you could have ever dreamt of could compare to this moment.
“I’ve loved you since year seven,” you tell him, every word of it true. “I can’t believe it took us both this long. Could have avoided the whole Cato fiasco of year twelve, I suppose, if we had just . . . had the gall to tell each other back then, I guess,” you say, the last sentence mumbled.
“Yeah.” Peeta laughs, a genuine deep laugh that reaches his eyes. It rouses the butterflies that have been in the pit of your stomach, the fluttering making you nervous as you watch him scratch the base of his neck almost embarrassedly.
“So,” you say, dragging the ‘o’ sound. “Pretty sure this is the part where most people would kiss.”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“No, not you, Peeta. I was talking to the duck behind you,” You frown, unable to contain the scoff that passes your lips. “Yes.. yes, I want to kiss you,” you breathe, your pulse hammering.
You step forward, your hands reaching up, gliding against his cheeks, his hands resting on your waist. In a moment of bravery, you place your lips against his. They’re soft, and he tastes like cedar and bread, and it’s like coming home, being in his arms as his lips move against yours, the breeze chilling your skin but his warming you.
There are no words spoken between the two of you as you both pull away. His eyes are still closed, his long eyelashes resting against the tops of his cheeks; the corners of his mouth are pulled up slightly.
God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful. That word is usually reserved for sceneries, sunsets or pretty dresses, but in this moment, you can’t tear your eyes away from him.
“Finally!” someone shouts, causing the both of you to jump back from each other, acting like two first years getting caught passing notes in class. You look around before your eyes land on Johanna Mason, leaning against the statue of the university founder Alma Coin that’s off to the left of the entrance of the study center. Finnick is with her, his signature smirk gracing his elegant features once more. “We were wondering when you two would have the balls to tell each other how you felt.”
“It seems everyone knew but you two,” Finnick adds with a deep chuckle.
“Alright, Finny, I think we should leave the two lovebirds alone.” Johanna says, turning away. “Be safe, you two!”
“If you need anything,” Finnick winks at Peeta. “You know where to reach me.”
You laugh softly, leaning your head against Peeta’s chest. His arms wrap around you, encasing you in him. His cheeks rests on the top of your head, his breaths evening out as you listen to his steady heart beat.
This is it. This is home.
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+ ryūnosuke tanaka
—request; Um, hi✨. I love all of your works and they are fantastic. Could I ask for some NSFW Tanaka?? I love him so much and he doesn't get enough love for his dorky ass. Okay thank you, I care about you bye!
ღ ◟ t/w| f!reader, smut; cursing, 18+ content, exhibitionism & kinda voyeurism?
◟an: thank u sm doll & i went a lil wild with tanaka since i’ve never written for him before. i hope you enjoy. :*
you impatiently tap your foot against the floor pressing your back against the hotel wall, the sounds of a distant clock add volumes to your nervous state.
sending the risqué message to your boyfriend you knew for a simple dirty picture in return but for an invite to his room? perfect.
the door creaking open caused you to jump, you gulp letting your eyes take small glances around the empty hallways before pulling your view to tanaka.
his bald head protrudes out of the door, his eyes fixated on the surroundings looking for another person but there is only one, you.
with a hush from his drawn lips tanaka pulls his finger up to his mouth “be quiet okay? asahi is sleeping in the other bed beside me”
you tuck a nod down in embarrassment back to your boyfriend, you really couldn’t wait until you got back from this trip now, could you?
his fingers lace around yours and tugs you into the room, breathing in the pitch darkness you are led right under the covers with him.
tanaka pulls the covers over the both of you before diving right into your mouth, his tongue swiping the inside of it while his hands cradling your face pulling you deeper on him.
he’s needy with his kisses, wanting to almost fuse himself with you, he needs more and you’re happy to oblige for some relief.
pressing your body harder on him you feel the bulge growing through his sweatpants, the poor boy is aching for you but he’ll never blatantly say that.
a smirk threads on your face “please? i’ll be really quiet” your fingers palm the growth and knowing him he returned the favor slithering his hand down to your cunny pressing a thumb over your bud.
he rises out from the covers to peel off his clothes “okay princess” he whispers aiding help to your restricting outfit and pressing your naked body back down.
you can feel his fingertips scaling across your body touching base with your perked pebbles along with the soft skin right under your bellybutton and most importantly right where you want him most.
tanaka settles his other hand on your thigh chalking his nail across the smooth skin while he indulges your core with his finger, swiping another one to rinse and repeat the gratifying pleasure.
lifting your body off the sinking mattress you let out mewls and pants from his finger scissoring away at your core—
but it’s the stirring of asahi that paralyzes you, the sounds of his body rolling across the cotton bed making you stiff to the touch but to tanaka it only makes him harder.
what is a better way to fuck your girlfriend then to do it beside his peaceful sleeping friend?
“i thought you said you’d be quiet? do you want him to wake up and hear how messy you’re getting just from my fingers?” tanaka taunts the words in the crook of your neck, making your cunt clench automatically.
pulling his eyes away from your silhouette tanaka peers through the void to watch asahi lay dormant now, you’d take sneaky glances too but you’re too absorbed with continuous thrusts of his fingers upward into your sopping cunny.
his fingers march at a divine pace, a low moan spews out of your lips with a chain reaction of your hole clenching around his thick digits.
tanaka let his other had creep up to your throat, snaking closer to your mouth letting a finger trace the outline of your lips— before dipping into your mouth swirling around the saliva mixture then cupping his hand over it.
“close already? you really was wanting me huh, or is it because he’s in here?” the threaded pleasures tangle together thinking how tanka has you practically humping his hand for relief or the mere fact that you really were turned on at the situation.
your core pluses to the faster jabs in with the added effect of tanaka pulling out and jolting right back in had you on edge, the last puzzle piece was put together and you can feel the pleasure washing over your toes.
but it stops.
“mm sss—so cc—close!” you muffle over tanka vice grip on your mouth, the denial fills your gut causing tiny tears to run to the corners of your eyes.
“i wanna feel you cum around me, won’t take long” tanaka seize his body over yours, running his hardened member over your slick slit before plunging fully bottoming out before you could even blink.
the stretch of him entering was a tantalizing burn that surged through you—even the soaked mess you had between your legs couldn’t halt it, but thoughts of getting caught by asahi made it a little better.
tanaka runs his hands down your legs scattered with goosebumps and throws them over his broadened shoulder spearing deeper in you, if it was even possible.
his hand remained on your mouth burrying your head deeper into the mattress while he fucked you at a hardened pace, letting the drag of his body trace along your bud, you were close to cumming sooner than you wanted.
“i bet it turns you on that asahi could wake up any minute and hear me fucking this pretty little pussy” you whine back at tanaka’s words under his grip.
you can feel him shifting his body lower to you, your legs connect to your breasts while he brushes his nose over yours “you’re mine, and this pussy is all mine”
tanaka takes harsher thrust into you not caring what lewd sounds are being made, you’re his after all and everybody should know that.
chasing his ultimate vitality he lets his member map out your hole—knowing you’re close as well tanaka treats your neglected bud with savoring traces of his thumb.
the sounds of your heart beating from the adrenaline filled sex mutes the moan you unknowingly boast out in the room your orgasm finally hitting, tanaka signs off with filling you up entirely, so much it paints the bedsheets.
post sex with tanaka was always the most tender moments, naked bodies intertwined with a lulling silence, his lips peppering your face while he holds you so close muttering the sweetest praises.
it’s complete bliss, for you and tanaka.
but asahi on the other hand, he will have to watch twenty horror shows to blur out what he heard and saw tonight.
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(angst prompt 1) 1,9 and 10
modern au
reader is dating mikasa but mikasa and eren have been hooking up for a while even before they started dating so mikasa breaks it off and the reader wishes them the best and luck even though they are really sad and stuff but eren and mikasa doesn’t last very long to him being an ass and mikasa realizing she doesn’t love him like that and she tries to win back the reader but it takes a lot of convincing
C/n: whoa SHIT! You have no idea how much I love this request. It’s the perfect angst. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍
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Is It Too Late? (Milasa x Reader)
Mikasa laid next to Eren as she smoked a cigarette. Her arm propped behind her head as she looks at the boy who made a home in her heart ever since she could remember. Eren had been there for her ever since she could remember and to have him in more ways than one made Mikasa the happiest girl in the world.
Her thoughts are pulled away as her phone rings. The caller id made Milasa frown but she answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Mika! Hi, babe. Listen I’m at the grocery store and I saw this cereal you like. Captain Crunch or something? What flavor do you like?”
Mikasa runs a hand down her face and puts out her cigarette. “Uh, why..are you getting me cereal?” She asks and you stop looking at the cereal. “I just thought you’d like it. I saw it at your apartment and I just wanted to confirm.”
“Don’t get me anything, Y/n. I’ll get it myself. I gotta go.”
“Ok. Bye. Lov-..”
Mikasa hangs up before you could tell her but you just sigh and put the cereal back on the shelf. This wasn’t anything knew. Mikasa and you had been dating for a few months now and even though she was the one who asked you out, she seemed to keep a lot of stuff to herself. She shuts herself out from you and hardly makes time for you. You thought it was just the way she is but if Armin’s Instagram stories tell you anything, she had time. Just not for you.
When you arrive home, you unpack your groceries and shoot Mikasa a text.
‘Hi babe. I’m making dinner tonight. Come over?’
You wait for her reply and even though she was active she didn’t reply to you as soon as it delivered. You shake your head and put your phone down and begin to make your supper. Five minutes later, your phone dings.
‘I’ll come over.’
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As you were cleaning up from dinner prep, a knock sounds on your door and you smile knowing who it is. Checking through the peephole, you quickly unlock your door and smile at Mikasa. “Hi. Come in.” You greet and she walks in. She doesn’t take off her jacket, something she always did when she came over.
Mikasa turns around and scratches her head. You pick up on her sudden mood and you start to get a bit anxious. “Mika? You good?” You ask as you walk to the kitchen island.
“No. Listen, Y/n. We need to talk.”
Oh no. You stop fidgeting with your hands and lay them on top of the counter. “Sure. What’s up?” Mikasa sighs and looks at you. That look..it was so empty. Nothing. It scared the shit out of you.
“We..shouldn’t continue this.” She motions between the two of you. “I’ve been seeing someone else and I just feel like what we have isn’t what I need right now.” She says and you lips part. Did she really just say..that she was seeing someone while dating you? “Mikasa. You were cheating on me?” You ask and she nods. You scoff and look down at your hands which were shaking.
“How long?”
“Ever since we’ve been together. Actually, way before that.” Mikasa tells you like it was so normal. Like it was a thing everybody does. “Is that why you hardly had time for me?”
Mikasa nods and you furrow your eyebrows. “How are you so calm about this?” You cry out and Mikasa looks up at you. “I don’t know. Y/n, Eren has been..” “EREN?! Eren fucking Yeager? Are you kidding me? The friend who introduced me to you? The person you told me that he was a “close” friend of yours? Well, obviously I was mislead about that.” You run a hand through your hair.
“Y/n, listen. I love you and I love him. But it just so happened that Eren and I seemed, I don’t know, better together?”
You look at her, dumbstruck. “How can you love two people at the same time? That’s ridiculous. I don’t even think you love me because if you did you would never have done this. We’re over now. You don’t need to defend yourself anymore. I hope that you’re happy with him.” You start to walk to the door and open it. “Y/n.”
“Please, Mikasa. Leave me alone.”
You tell her and she walks out the door. When she turned around, the door gets slammed on her face and she sighs. Well, at least she didn’t have to sneak around anymore. She lights a cigarette and makes her way to her car.
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Three months later, Mikasa laid on Eren’s bed as he played on his Switch. She looked at him and ran a hand on his bare chest but he clicks his tongue. “Mikasa move your fucking hand.” He shrugs her hand off and sits up and groans. “Now look. I fucking lost.” He rolls his eyes at her and wakes up rom his bed and heads to the bathroom. After he shuts the door, Mikasa leans up and sits against the headboard.
Normally when you and her chilled on your bed, you always had a limb on her no matter what you were doing. And you would always kiss her whenever you had the chance. She missed having that affection.
What is she doing? Why were you clouding her mind all of a sudden? It’s not like she still loved you...did she?
Mikasa opened her phone and went straight to her gallery. The stupid, funny selfies that you took of yourself were still there and she watched the videos you sent her. The one of the flock of cool birds flying over you. The cute dog you met. Everything.
Eren didn’t even send her pictures or a text apart from telling her to come over. She missed seeing your name pop up on her screen at 4am to tell her the weird dream you had. She missed how happy you made her feel. She missed those little moments with you.
She missed you.
Quickly putting on her pants and shirt, she headed for the door and left Eren to go back to the person she took for granted.
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When Mikasa arrived at your apartment, it was locked. Looked like you weren’t home and she wanted to call you but she was certain you had blocked her number. So she waited for you. And waited. And waited.
Finally, a car pulled up and you stepped out of it with..another guy. You smile and kiss the guy’s cheek and face your door to see Mikasa sitting there.
“Mikasa? What the hell are you doing here?”
“Can we talk?” She asks as she shoves her hands in her pockets and you roll your eyes. “The last time you said that I found out you cheated. So no. We can’t talk.” You say and shake your head. “Please, Y/n. I won’t take much of your time. Please.” Her voice trails off at the end and puts her head down.
The guy you came with whispered in your ear and you smiled. “Okay. I’ll call you later.” He smiles and kisses your temple. When the guy leaves, you cross your arms over your chest and stare at Mikasa.
“Who’s that?”
“Why do you care? What do you want, Mikasa? Why are you here?”
“Can’t we talk inside?”
“No.”
Mikasa sighs and bites her lip. “I..broke up with Eren.” She whispers and you chuckle. Mikasa did not like that. She hated how there was so much of mock in that chuckle. “And? What am I supposed to do about it?”
“No. You don’t understand. I broke up with him because I love you.”
You sigh out an irritated breath and shake your head. “Mikasa, you can’t do that. You can’t come here after three months expecting me to take you back because you “love” me,” you say with air quotes, “you cheated on me. If I did the same thing would you forgive me? If I betrayed your trust like that would you forgive me?” You ask and she walks to you.
When she reaches for you, you slap her hands away. “Y/n. Let’s just try again. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I love you. I always have and I was so stupid for thinking that I loved Eren too. I’m an idiot. I’m a selfish, self-centered idiot who broke up with the only person who loved me for me.” Mikasa let a tear fall from her black eyes and you felt your heart stop. You never saw her cry before since she always wanted to be the strong one in a relationship.
“Every day for the past three months, I hoped you would call me. Not even to say anything sweet. Even if it was just for you to cuss at me, yell or anything. I just wanted to hear your voice. You made me feel so loved and all I did was throw it away. I just...want a second chance.” She looks deep into your eyes and you shake your head. In all the time that you knew Mikasa, she never showed emotion. In the words she was telling you now, it had more emotion in the entire time you dated her.
Mikasa holds your face and close your eyes. “Please, Y/n. You’re the only good thing in my life and I can’t go on without you. Please.” She kisses your forehead.
You slowly pry her hands away from your face and wipe your tears. “We can’t try again. We would only come back to square one. Arguing, bringing your cheating up again. Mikasa, it’s broken. We can’t fix it anymore.” You whisper and she shakes her head. “No, Y/n. Don’t say that. You’re my whole heart, Y/n. Just give me a chance. I’ll be better. For you, for us.” She rests her forehead against yours as she holds your hands.
It’s silent. The sounds of passing cars and rustling leaves filled the void and you couldn’t give an answer right now. So you pulled away and cupped her face. “Let me..think about this. I need time.” You whisper and she nods. “I’ll wait for you, Y/n.”
You let her go and head inside your apartment before giving her one last look. Maybe this could be saved.
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“You’re my whole heart.”
🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤
-Caddy.
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